Dreams have been especially moody and visual lately ( Read more... )

Thought block is maddening. I know what I want to say, but it has to be said in an interesting way, poetically even, or I feel it's not even worth saying. So, audience, I'll try my best. I'm a little drunk, so I should make the most sense when I'm not wound so tight. To myself, at least ( Read more... )

I had another one of those "naturally out of place" dreams. The kind in which you notice some huge abnormality about yourself, something that was apparently always there, but it is just starting to bother you (and you wonder how it could have gone untreated for so long), so you start to panic and find ways of rectifying the problem. I've had this ( Read more... )

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So I've got what looks to be my first "good" job possibly lined up. Went in Friday for an interview in Glen Allen, about 20 minutes from here, to apply as a pet nurse at a hospital inside PetSmart. It went well; they seemed happy with my enthusiasm and straightforwardness. Won't find out until next week if I've got it, after I go back in for a ( Read more... )

Funny, the more perceptive I become, the less comfortable I am ( Read more... )

I had one of those 'to good to be true' dreams this morning. I was passing by a park on my way to work and there he was, looking a little worn but a damn good site for sore eyes. We sat on a hill and he told me why he'd come back, with degradation, but when I told him that he was one person I thought I'd never see again his face lit up with that ( Read more... )

“There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.” -- Nelson Mandela

A message I directed today towards Ron Paul's campaign:

I have for years remained politically neutral and have maintained Washington's thoughts on political parties. It seems hypocritical that a nation united should be so clearly divided in ethics. Furthermore history has proven that many, though not all, who aspire to obtain positions of power ( Read more... )

With my eyes closed I can see before me a stretch of Florida highway at night, with tropical trees hurtling past and warm air playing with my outstretched fingers as I drive down the sunbleached rode. Here we don't focus on anything outside of what we can hear, feel, taste and smell, me and the three others at my side. We just listen to Sublime ( Read more... )