oh hello internet, hello hello. I got drunk over the weekend playing my new favorite game, zoomie zoomie. It's going to be my winter time replacement for drunken spatula. I'm not saying there won't be any drunken spatula this winter, people are just less excited to play when it's 10 below outside. I'm tryin' to organize a christmas party for ( Read more... )

and now a thanksgiving poem ( Read more... )

Ah, the tragedy of my life is my life. My escape from reality is my memories. There are a lot of things going through my head these days. It's really quite a mess. My phone is totally f'ed-up and doesnt recieve calls, and it's nearly impossible to make calls with and so I haven't been in touch with the world at all this week. I need to get ( Read more... )

I was in the St. Cloud Times today, page 5A. While I was at the post office over the weekend I was stopped by a reporter and asked some questions about the new mayor of St. Cloud. They didn't quote me ver badim (sp?) but it was pretty close, and since they put my picture in the paper I figure I'll let it slide. Oh yes ( Read more... )

Leave your name and ( Read more... )

brr, sure is chilly here in St. Cloud ( Read more... )

damn journal

i just typed a whole journal

now it's gone

it was about how I despise the media's use of sex to sell things, especially to our younger generation, the teenie boppers who look 20, but are really 14 and will be jail bait for another 3 years.

hot damn

When I was in 4th grade and attending LaSalle Catholic School Tim Gatza and I were the best of friends (sadly things have changed since then) and we were goofing around in PE as usual. I dont remember what the activity for the day was, it may have been during the rollerskating block, but that's not to important. The gym had a stage on one end, as ( Read more... )

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad.

Ah, these days I find myself a stranger to myself, in my own home. Very strange. I have morphed into something I never thought possile, I dont know that I've become anything better, but I have morphed beyond belief. And yet, I am still the same. I am still me. I am Paul Pleiss. Or am I not? Have I lost myself to Petey. No last name to speak ( Read more... )