It's been a weird week without Cait here. It reminds me of past months--similar in that I know in the pit of my stomach that she'll be back, but different in that I'm very happy. I just can't wait until threeish when she'll be back from her St. Louis adventure. I'm fuckin' chomping at the bit ( Read more... )

1. Where the fuck are you? I miss hanging out and playing board games or just watching stupid television. It seems that you've been upset with me lately, but I'm not quite sure why. I hope I see you soon and we can get drunk or something. Plus, you owe me 80 bucks ( Read more... )

I started to play online poker again once I won a 1,000 dollars on a scratch ticket the other day. Oh yeah, I should have mentioned that first. Well, I did. ANYWAY. Started playing poker again, and yesterday I won 70, then 90. Today in class I won 50, and then after class I won 140. In other words, like a cheese shredder, I'm grate. Money ( Read more... )

I've been holding back writing lately so that I can build up my words to a crescendo and make a cannonball-like splash. I figured it was about time to unravel my tongue and uncross my fingers and take the dive. This is a journey; no walk in the park. As MSI would say, "it ain't no fuck in the ass." I never got my three months of grieving time, ( Read more... )

To summarize briefly (pretty impossible with such an amazing situation), Cait and I are together. We waited until Martin Luther King Jr Day to make it official, because, well, that's exactly how we are. We're hilarious, and cute, and so perfect. We make people want to vomit when we are together. I think that's the mark of a true connection. ( Read more... )

I've been very happy ( Read more... )

A few things ( Read more... )

Lines and boundaries were never my forte ( Read more... )

In an eventful day: I scared a stranger, rear-ended some douchebag at a whopping speed of two miles an hour (but he still got all my info and berated me despite the lack of damage), found the most arousing scent in the entire world, and jumped off the deep end ( Read more... )

There's a dead fly on my wall. It's right below the lone card I received this past birthday.
I don't think that means anything.

Writing this book has opened my eyes, and I only have like 8 pages complete.
But words are only words.
Life cannot be pinned down in a book like a helpless butterfly.
So let's live it.

-Michael