I just finished my third and most recent short story. I feel like a wonderbra providing structure and support to the breasts of my ideas. Anoyone interested in reading it, give me your e-mail address and I'll send it to you.

I just read Carolines' last entry and it got me thinking. I always walk around campus downtown and wonder why there are so many people with so many friends, yet I have only a handful. I wonder if I'm doing something wrong. Do I seem intimidating? Do I look strange? Am I just plain an asshole? But then I remember how many of those people with ( Read more... )

All of Sam's life is a flowing unitelligable metaphore. Caroline bitches and moans and loves David. Keith is ordering us around. Taylor gets fucked up. Desiree's thoughts are too sexy. Erin is just getting started. Jesse's an asshole. And Amy is just plain fucking anonymous.

I was just going to toss a little tidbit in here for you vulters to feed on, but what the hell, here's the whole damn carcass ( Read more... )

Upon my departure from the MARTA train this afternoon, I walked beside a plexiglass window/wall beside the stairs. On it were posted several flyers. On each flyer was a picture of an amazingly obese girl with wild black hair. Apparently she was missing. Underneath the picture there was a number to call if you happened to come across the girl. ( Read more... )

I've been busy weighing my options as of late. I've an important decision to make sometime in the near future, but that has little meaning to me. Should I go or should I stay? How long has it been this way? For several years I thought my course was certain, yet I have been swaying all this time. I wish to lead a life of playful adventure, not ( Read more... )

OK, everyone needs to check this out. I was cruisin the ween formus (jesse and amy you may have already seen this) and I came across a freaking hilarious video. Go to this website and check out the middle video. Yes, it is smut, but just watch it and you will thank me.

www.nsgalleries.com/hosted1/sq/movies/cytherea/index.php?id=101927

I'm so alone. My friends went on vacation and I just had deja vu. I wrote this poem about my unhappiness ( Read more... )

I just realized that my last few posts have been purely about getting drunk. I think I'd like to stop that trend now. Here's something a bit more interesting ( Read more... )

Drunk people get your crutches out from the secret crutch storage compartment and don't put them back where they belong. Drunk people eat spaghetti. Drunk people later throw up that spaghetti all over your freaking garage and then try to clean it up with buckets of water which just spreads the spaghetti-throw up even more. Drunk people bring ( Read more... )