What are we? We are not the sum of our capital gains. We are all the sum of our experiences. Each of us is a walking diary whose pages are filled daily. Some pages fall out and are lost forever; some fade with the ink that’s printed on them. But the pages that have something worthwhile on them are always the ones that remain.

I might have done it! I might have finally broken the curse. I am now seeing someone. Today, we made love all afternoon and held each other and talked about our feelings. She is an amazingly beautiful chinese woman, and I couldn't help but run my fingers all over her naked body as we lie there. We talked about children, the future, and all manner ( Read more... )

I'm pretty sure this is coincidence, but something interesting occurred to me: In the Lord of the Rings, the character Gollum/Smeagol's name sounds sounds similar to a German word "Spiegel." Like I said, it's undoubtedly just coincidence, probably, but what makes it interesting are two things ( Read more... )

I've outlived my usefulness, and my body knows it. My teeth continue to rot away. My bodily functions are slowly shutting down, one by one. Yesterday, I had a massive fever and I think I'm only getting by because of the heavy doses of pain-killers I've consumed. Because I've crammed seven aspirin and two Excedrin down my throat within such a short ( Read more... )

Well, I learned yesterday of the birth of a son to my uncle and his young wife. I, for one, am very excited. My Aunt Kathey (my uncle's sister), on the other hand, made the announcement with a little less-than-normal enthusiasm. Quite a stark contrast to her declaration of John Anthony's little one, which more resembled those ticker-tape parades ( Read more... )

...particularly when offerred by a pierced tongue. :P

Something I've wanted to say to a person or two:

"Lately, your low self-esteem is just good common sense."

When I look up at the sky and I see the clouds cradling the moon like a baby in a soft blanket sleeping soundly yet radiantly in a vast, dark sphere of twinkling lights understating the immensity of that which is our universe... I close my eyes, soundly, in the serenity of the love songs of the creatures of the night, and I think of those eyes ( Read more... )

So, I came across something that Crystal wrote earlier this evening, and it was very enlightening. I thought I might share it with you all ( Read more... )

When describing the vices of wild west towns, one guy said that men, who would go to the saloons and drink, would form brotherhoods and "it was sort of like one big frat party that lasted from 1849 to 1889."