How Bizarre. You know what it takes for me to inspire myself to write a Livejournal entry after how-long-has-it-been ( Read more... )

My fears include:
-clothes shrinking in the laundry
-wild berries
and
-dissapointing my mother

Julia and I are in Victoria (with my mom!)... it's been a beautiful trip so far!

( images along the way )

For those friends of mine who have worked in telephone marketing: it is I who you have so long despised ( Read more... )

Um.

Prologue: No parties, I recall, was the promise made. No parties over this weekend, he said nonchalantly to our extensively over-worked mother. It's amazing how quickly the sincere-seeming consideration of a promise degrades at the shit-high knees of a beckoning demi-god: alcohol. And so early on... Friday, as it were.

My options were few, and my ( Read more... )

a writer with morals is an underhanded clod, a beast and terrifying.

( Freeloading is an intricate and difficult art. Few are masters. )

Today I bought a watch. Actually, my mom bought me a watch. It felt weird to wear a watch. Then I went swimming and the sun made forget about everything. Later, my sunburn made me remember ( Read more... )

( Is sex just not doing it for you anymore? )