Well that was an experience ( Read more... )

The reason why my mother, as anal and overly-religious as she may be, still makes me smile:

"Let's go buy lots of bottles of water and hand them out to the evacuees on the highway!"

I need to go somewhere to get away, even for just a few minutes. Then I realize I've got no place to go. I am really trapped here. I can't do anything at all but sit and try to seclude myself from other people. I hate feeling caged like this, but there's no way to get out. I'm absolutely stuck here.

Against Me! at the House of Blues in New Orleans this November. Yeah, it's far away, but it never hurts to plan ahead.

Who's going with me?

I'm not going to care anymore.

And if I still do, you won't know.

No more. I'm done with all the lies and facades.

1. Go here.
2. Pass it on.
( my answers )

It's later than everyone else's, but:


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Blah.

That's all.

I got out of prison for a few hours last night. It was nice. Went to Barnes & Noble and spent a few hours searching for books to read. Finally settled on A Tree Grows In Brooklyn and Hairstyles of the Damned (sorry Annie, I skipped on the Pynchon). After that, went to Wal-Mart and bought a pint of ice cream along with a bunch of other staff ( Read more... )

Yeah. Pretty damn awesome. The trip was fabulous, but the drive was incredibly long. I drove back the last stretch of the way. Got somewhat depressed at one point - listening to music and people in the car talk. But it's all grand now ( Read more... )