Ultimately, lying is a waste of not only energy but talent. Reality is, after all, plaint. Instead of plotting believably alibis, why not obliterate all traces of your crimes.

This year I resolve to be more honest.

To that end, with only six reservations, I offer this general and heart-felt salutation:

"Fuck off"

How's your conscience lately

In the off chance you've been lurking about reading my journal from time to time, you should be aware that between now and May 18th, 2007, I am going to make this journal friends only. If this will effect you and you would like to continue to browse on occasion, then add me as a friend or send an e-mail my way letting me know your situation ( Read more... )

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Grand Central Station. New York, New York. 42nd Street. Sunday Afternoon. 1:47 PM ( Read more... )

There was a raccoon outside Slonim 5 last night. It climbed down the trunk of a pine tree, sniffed around on the ground and then shimmied rapidily up the tree when the Chinese exchange student walked passed. Afterwards it tottered around in the branches before disappearing, presumably into another neighboring treetop ( Read more... )

A former acquaintance from high school, now a graduate student studying mathematics at the University of Virgina, has the following posted under the "About Me" section of her Facebook profile ( Read more... )

This morning, I stumbled upon this article. In short, Wal-mart is retracting a long standing policy calling for zero-tolerance with regards to shoplifting. The company's new policy, which has already taken effect, dictates that any first time shoplifter under the age of 18 caught with an item costing less than $25 will not be subject to arrest or ( Read more... )

It'll happen at the strangest times. Usually, it happens when I'm distracted: late to work and rushing out the door only to realize I've forgotten something or after walking up the stairs to fetch something specific from my room I forget what it was I wanted; and then, it comes-- snippets of unremembered dreams, suddenly and startlingly clear. ( Read more... )

(Note to self: you MUST stop waking up an hour early. It's freakin' annoying already ( Read more... )

I booked airfare "home" to Atlanta over the July 4th weekend. Mom is insistent that I visit this summer. However, money and time are not exactly in enough abundance to do so. This way I'll only miss a day of work instead of an entire week. Plus, I managed a good price for my tickets ( Read more... )