Yep, it's a new day, and count yourselves lucky--the both of you, because I don't visit this website very often. But today is the day I feel has been ordained for a new post.

And as of thirty seconds ago, life became.

"We have to be at Bell's funeral home tomorrow at 5:30"
    "Why?"
    "Your Aunt Darcy died this morning"
    Fuck. I don't intend ( Read more... )

I bet nobody sees this, but Myspace is being difficult, so here goes nothing.

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It's been one hell of a day. Couldn't seem to get in touch with the folks I wanted to, but that's the way it goes. Should be fun tomorrow, at least I get to work instead of Bevill. I think I may even get to wind up in court.

It's been a slow day, and possibly one of the worse weeks of the year...let's say Tuesday, Wednesday, and from Friday until this morning. Ryan came to the Methodist Church, which had a very profound move this morning. He wrote a play entitled The Summer Bobby (ie) Lee Turner Touched Me, so I've just had a chance to read it. It was well written, and ( Read more... )

September 6, 2006. I reactivated the journal because I don't visit myspace on this computer and really don't feel like going upstairs. Guess that's all there is for right now, aside from work and school and a couple of other interesting possibilities...

I am very sleepy. But I can't get on myspace on my laptop because I'm afraid of e-herpes. Maybe there are no diseases on Livejournal. Sure hope not. Otherwise I'm SOL. As usual. Tomorrow is the Third Day of the Condor, my first Friday at the firm. Speaking on another subject, I have given James Blunt a second look for two reasons. First, James ( Read more... )

Scratch that last one. I don't even know what the fuck I'm doing any more. I said, "Hey, why not study music?" Dear God Almighty, should I have picked Islam instead. At least there's some sweet release when the cord gets pulled. At this point, I have no direction whatsoever to my life. Apparently the only market for a fellow who studies music is ( Read more... )

I think it's apalling that Sam Jackson's partner was killed by snakes, meanwhile Some Puerto Rican Guy is sipping on gin and juice.

In the immortal words of Colonel Sanders, "I'm too drunk to taste this chicken." Fuck it all. Thank you for your time.