Maybe they're not right when they say, whoever they are and whenever and wherever they say it, them with their fashionably chaffed lips wrapped around twenty-dollar singles sitting late on a thursday night complaining about some asshole named Dennis to the Peruvian waitresses who nod "si si" and wait for a moment to break away and get back to the ( Read more... )

I weigh two teeth less than I did this morning. The worst part about the pain of having your “impacted” wisdom teeth pulled is that you can’t make faces. You can’t grumble and mutter your discontent at the pointlessness of wisdom teeth, nor can you yawn or chat or parole or, most tragically of all, verbally speculate ( Read more... )

One of my brothers, who I will refer to as the sad clown, got remarried this weekend. Short notice. Pond. I took some time before they got there, when it was just me by the pond, to leave a little messageThe wind was cold, as was it. The ceremony was short, and sans ritual. Justice of the peace who conveniently worked in the marriage license office ( Read more... )

CUT ( Read more... )

"don't make me hurt you," he said. nonchalant to a fault. always so cool, he thought to himself ( Read more... )

i appearantly wrote this on my birthday; i don't remember it ( Read more... )

You can add yourself to your friends list. That's a little bit happy and a little bit sad.

-fader

At this moment, a comet the size of the recently formed Yucatan peninsula is drifting towards our planet. With its impact, all life larger than an egg will vanish. Men, women, children, pets- all dead ( Read more... )

I get tunnel vision when I'm at the computer. Everyone does, probably. That's the great thing about there being so many people: unless you can only get an erection while singing "cat scratch fevah, i've got cat scratch feeevvvaaahhh!" and drowing a baby elephant, then you're probably not the only one who does something ( Read more... )

Ten-thirty pm, Tuesday, September 27, 2005. Look at the 10:30 on the computer screen. Glance away. It’s 10:31 when you look back, as though vast, formless things behind the scenes shape an elusive world half made of misremembered song lyrics and the rest a perpetually snickering joke that you’re not privy to ( Read more... )