Tim's screenname: hey laurie ( Read more... )

So, quick recap of recent events ( Read more... )

Guess who really shouldn't be awake right now...

I'll give you a hint. It rhymes with ... uh... "eye"...

(Just call me angel in the morning, angel...)

Ah, happy thoughts of silly innocent boys a year younger than me.

Okay, back to Juvenal & Roman pederasty, wee!

Much uncorrupted love.

...but I haven''t written in a while ( Read more... )

William Butler Yeats. b. 1865 ( Read more... )

I can't remember where my last entry left off, but that hardly matters ( Read more... )

Ach, I just lost an entry. Shoot. Alright, well, a lot has happened since last I posted. Here goes ( Read more... )

Okay. I know it's corny, but I love that Drifter's song so, so much. And no, it's not just because the last night at Beach Week everyone sang it including Tim with his arm around me o my lord why won't the attraction end aaaaaaah. (Chant it with me, girlfriend, fiancee, wife...) It's the kind of song I can listen to 20 times in a row and not get ( Read more... )

I have decided recently that I want to become a master orator. I need to read some Cicero or something equally pretentious before this can be accomplished, of course. But, in the meantime, I was wondering if (and I submit this to all of you wonderfully versed dramatic or generally loud, extroverted persons) there is a good way to practice such a ( Read more... )

Greetings, all. As we speak, I perch raven-like upon a rather uncomfortable chair in Alderman library Cafe, typing at a laptop, with a chai at my side and blisters from walking on my feet. I miss this place so much ( Read more... )