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I scoff at your outdated forms of Internet communication.
We're coming up on the eight year anniversary of thee mighty LJ, and I am celebrating it by mass-protecting the vast majority of the entries on here. Why? Because that was then, and this is now. Oh, and neither you nor I need to hear about what my day was like on, say, September 2, 2002. I'll give you a hint, though: I was 20 years old, and I am ( Read more... ) -
Gladys honey, I love you, but oh, get a life!
1. What did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before ( Read more... ) -
Cling tenaciously to my buttocks!
I am not even going to attempt to catch up on two months worth of posts from you guys ( Read more... ) -
Vignette No. 4
Did you know
that it becomes much harder to type,
play guitar,
text message,
turn pages in a book
and take your contacts out
when, at 1 a.m.,
after a couple of whiskeys,
you've burned the fucking shit out of your fingers
on the white-hot filling of a s'mores flavored pop tart
that's spent a minute too long in the toaster?
You do now. -
Also:
Just so you know, I still read my friends list almost every day. I just seem to not care about posting much anymore. When the spirit hits me I'll write a poem type thing or post some music or a recipe or whatever. But I pretty much use Facebook exclusively nowadays. Or MySpace, if I'm feeling trashy ( Read more... ) -
Bangor beautiful.
This may seem rather shallow and insufferably indie rock of me, but the fact that I saw a guy wearing a Replacements "Sorry Ma Forgot To Take Out the Trash" t-shirt, and then had a long, delightful chat with a guy wearing an Electrelane t-shirt, all while drinking whiskey at open mic night at Paddy Murphy's in Bangor, Maine, makes me very, very ( Read more... ) -
Vignette No. 35
The woman at the bar wore a big silver necklace ( Read more... ) -
Vignette No. 21
Chaplin Park ( Read more... )
