Somehow, you end up feeling guilty when you refuse to go home with a girl and then she comes back from having unfortunate three-minute sex with the guitarist in their van ( Read more... )

I am the proud father of a baby hamster. S/he is only three weeks old, so it's impossible to tell what sex it is, but I've been referring to it as "him" and "little guy" so far. Just hoping he makes it onto the team this season. When he runs on the wheel, he loses his balance all the time and either ends up flipping over or falling out. He also ( Read more... )

For my twenty first birthday, my parents sent me a Harriet Tubman play set. Also a blender and a donation to the leukemia foundation. Also that night, Chelsea and I altered the rules of Guess Who to include questions like, "Is your person well-respected by his or her peers?" and "Has your person put serious thought into writing his or her will ( Read more... )

Life restarts tomorrow, as I begin employment at a new branch of my old pizzeria. It's only a month-long employment though, which seems short until I think of it as another month in a different country from Chelsea. I'd feel a little sappy thinking about it like that, if I cared about feeling sappy. She's doing all the things I would be doing if ( Read more... )

It's seven a.m. in Harrisburg ( Read more... )

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It's so hot these days ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I think everything's beautiful. The sun comes up when I walk home from work through this dead small town. That's a little beautiful. Sometimes I cry at the television. Today it was a PBS documentary on flea markets.

I had fun in Kalamazoo.

I live life in time to the steady beat of passion.