2005- The first line from the first entry of each month:

( Boring for anyone who isn't trying to procrastinate )

First off,

Conversation of the Day

Geoff: have you seen rent yet?
Me: no, is it good?
Geoff: wow.  you need to see it.
Geoff: it makes me want to be a starving artist with aids

Next,

Robby's Fiction Class Party( Sequence of Drunkenness )

I love how I'm hit with mountains of creative inspiration and great ideas for writing and art when I have absolutely no time to deal with any of it.

Plth.

Go.  Back.  To.  Work.  Krista.
 

My grandfather forwarded this to me.  I can't say I identify with all of it, but it will be nice to come home for Thanksgiving.

( Georgia )

I really just need some of those pepperidge farm chocolate chocolate chip cookies.

But I'm far too lazy to go to Harris Teeter or Publix just for that.

Which is probably good. In a way.

My room is a wreck and it's only Tuesday. One headlight out.  (Maybe a tail light ( Read more... )

I'm just not interesting on lj lately. Sorry for that. No time, energy, you know. It goes in phases. Happy Halloween anyway.

"You write lovely academic prose."

Heh. Okay.

Today I saw a miniature horse walking down King Street on a leash. It was probably one of the weirdest things ever.

I'm eating blue chips while I wait for my sweet potato to cook and the sky is pink and purple and gas ovens scare me. Oh, and lj won't let me do a rich text mode post and I am too lazy to figure out all the code. So. Pictures later.