I am so gloom and doom. Consequently, I have changed my journal theme into squiggly ocean creatures that I enjoy consuming, i.e. squid. Let's see how long I can stand it.


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I saw an advertisement for Delta Airlines. The poster depicted a beautiful blue sky behind a slogan written in red block letters...

"Change is: Delta"

Ha! Surely the authors don't expect the average joe to get the joke. Are they amusing themselves?

I just thought of Mr. McKay, the thirty-something man who taught 11th grade American History at my high school. He was the son of some politician; he seemed to be a generally nice guy with interesting stories. Despite my excellent history record, I never became one of his favorite students. I was preoccupied that year, and he gravitated toward ( Read more... )

Tuesday, May 9th, 2006 ( Read more... )

I just realized that I owe the lecherous Mr. Warren something, besides that philosophy book that he let me borrow and I never returned [there was a textbook shortage!]. Junior year, in philosophy he gave his students the option of keeping "solitude journals" for extra credit. I abandoned the project after a few entries, but it was the impetus for ( Read more... )

Saturday 12 July 2007 10.26am ( Read more... )

I just laughed in a cab because, after inspection, I realized that the cabbie last Saturday morning must have overcharged me by taking an indirect route; I suppose I wasn't paying attention [though a perceptive person would realize that the tears weren't really about the discrepancy between my cash and the fare]. And this time the cab was free, ( Read more... )

August 8, 2007 6.54pm ( Read more... )

I just cried in a cab because, after inspection, I didn't feel that I had enough money to make it worth his while to go so far uptown. This shit is worse than high school.

Yesterday, on the asphalt, I saw the empty shell of a rat explosion. Today, I saw two dogs smaller than that.