This morning when I came into the living room, Joe was already sitting on the sofa watching TV. He gave me this blank stare as I crossed the room, which only the trained eye could perceive as bitter and annoyed in that typical Joe way. It was about 11:30- WAY before his wake up time, so I asked him if he'd pulled an all-nighter (although I was ( Read more... )

- If there's one thing you don't do this summer, make it that. This film was exhaustingly scary and I prayed for its end, but I guess that's the thing with horror movies- they're only good when they're thoroughly unenjoyable. In short, 'The Omen'  told the stoy of a little boy who is the spawn of Satan, and how much that sucks for everyone around ( Read more... )

Thanks to my dad, Joe now thinks that his little glass orbs are actually meteorites. My dad told him that the bubbles inside of the little globes were formed when the ball penetrated the earth's atmosphere, and that there are scavengers that collect them in the deserts of Nevada and then sell them. Joe started saying "Yeah yeah...no I think I heard ( Read more... )

Today my mom and I drove out to Eklutna Lake. I'm sure you're all familiar with Rochelle's Ice Cream Stop and Cheely's General Store, located right off Eklutna road on the way to the water. My mom started telling me the story of the Cheely's encouragable son, and how the paper had published an article detailing his various crimes and accusing his ( Read more... )

...Because Isaiah wanted to see one


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Sorry I haven't been able to connect to the internet for the past week. I finally called tech support at MTA and they helped me realize that I'm a retard. While I was on hold waiting for assistance, I was praying that I wouldn't have to talk to a young male- because that means that he's a young, male computer nerd and he knows I'm an idiot. But ( Read more... )

I just got out of my last Art Therapy class. Although it dragged on endlessly, during the last 20 minutes it suddenly got very interesting. As we were going around the room talking about what we felt we'd brought to the class and what we got out of it, one girl (from Oakland, I'd noted) started crying as she talked about the unity she felt in the ( Read more... )

What the hell is the point of an e-card? The whole concept of sending a card is that you took the time to go out of your way and buy a token of your expression (preferably with a note inside), not sit on your ass and dash off some EMAIL. It's just counter-intuitive. My grandmother sent me an e-card awhile back, congradulating me for graduating high ( Read more... )

I suddenly rememberd a funny story that I might have told all of you, but I forgot about it so I figured you may have as well ( Read more... )

I have eight penises and a harem of 8 little boys who simulatneously masturbate them for me. The boys wear togas and olive branches behind their ears. And they all have brown curly hair.