My computer died. All my contact info was on there. So if you're the person on livejournal that I spend time with in real life (Robin, I'm looking in your general direction, I've had Ryan's number memorized for about 4 years), please e-mail me your phone number(s) at eclectic_duck@hotmail.com ( Read more... )

Whenever I walk past the abandoned Hardee's on my way to the Stop'n'Go, I feel like I've walked into Mad Max. I've never seen Mad Max, but I imagine it's a lot like the Road Warrior, only with buildings.

All I can do when my soul runs off is lay, dying, until it comes back again.
I suppose that sometimes I have to pay the price for being so goddamned happy the rest of the time.

Does anyone else recognize the irony inherent in the St. Francis Yacht Club?

http://jet.ro/dismount/

Sorry mac users.

Deciding when to eat these two green apples sitting on my desk is going to be the most arduous task of the day.
Should I eat one now and the other later? Perhaps I should eat one later, and save the other for later still.
Or maybe I could eat them both now.

I'm starting to believe that I'm the only person ever who does not like T.S. Eliot.
Somebody please prove me wrong.

I'm sure you're familiar with that hellish harpy fury of a headache accompanied by such a nausea that threatens to reallocate the contents of one's stomach. I have one on those headaches, and it has just reallocated the contents of my stomach. I fear that I am somewhat ill, tonight. If I make it into work tomorrow, it will be on account of ( Read more... )

Let us go into the nocturnal rain and bring along not a thing ( Read more... )

Wield my soul, for it is all I can bear.
Stand out in the rain, reciting to myself.
Content for now, to return indoors...
Fuck. I forgot my key again.