"All saints revile her, and all sober men ( Read more... )

I got more sleep last night than I have in a long time. But my head still hurts, my legs feel weak, and I still feel sick to my stomach. I don't understand how I can be so tired but unable to sleep more than four hours every night. I used to sleep nine hours and wish I could get more. Maybe insomnia has something to do with getting older. I was up ( Read more... )

"Young as she is, the stuff
Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy:
I wish her a lucky passage."

-Richard Wilbur

No one's gonna take me alive.

Must've been about a month and a half ago I posted about Jesse having lice.
Figures I'd fend them off until the night before I return to school for my senior year.
What an omen...
Blood sucking sons of bitches.

Soo... As you all probably know, even though I have plenty of crackpot ideas and could be considered an amateur philosopher at best, every once in a while I like to have a philosophical entry. You're out of luck; this is that entry. So read on, but be wary of the post ahead; it's filled with cinicism, narcissism, and plenty of other -isms that I ( Read more... )

So my computer's finally back, meaning I'll probably get back to any of you who have tried to contact me recently very shortly. That's about it. See you all around.

1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT? I ran into a table and busted my lip open ( Read more... )

All righty... It's time for a pretty long entry about my week. I was at boy scout camp. Perhaps you knew that, but most likely, you did not. And I just decided I didn't want to make a very long entry. So scratch that beginning part. Let's see... this was probably one of the most physically taxing weeks of my life. I swam over a half mile every day ( Read more... )

I've decided I'm either going to learn the mandolin or the banjo. Any input is appreciated. Unfortunately, this means I need to find some sort of an income to pay for the instrument and lessons.

Jesse's got head lice. Again.

He's a pimp.