My fingers smell like garlic.

I cooked something two days ago, and still. I practice good hygiene (even if I can't spell it), I don't understand.

Ach.

Recently I've experienced several dreams that share one element. In each of them, I am on a bed or hugging or holding hands with Tim. It's not particularly sexual or even exciting in that possibility (nothing happens, and I don't seem to expect it to happen (though this is not to say I don't enjoy his proximity))-- he's just there, close and ( Read more... )

So, here I am on this lovely Tuesday morning. There are only two other people in the office, upstairs. I have the run of the downstairs. Muhahaha ( Read more... )

Download the Beatles' song, "In my life," right now. Even if you hate the Beatles. It makes me cry. It makes me think of all the friends I don't talk to anymore, the ones I do talk to but not half as meaningfully as I want to because we're lost touch, the ones I can still (and hopefully always will- permanent friend status) just go bum around with ( Read more... )

So. Got to visit Michelle in Charlottesville this past weekend, which was lovely even if too short. We went to eat with this guy Seth, who's just graduted law school and is soon to travel to the distant principality of Texas for a clerking job ( Read more... )

I want to touch him.

Turn and face the strange ( Read more... )

The apricots I've been eating have a weird flavor. I'm hoping it's the plastic bag, the "use by" date is 9-2003.

I, however, having found them in a drawer and the bag pre-opened, doubt this date holds validity anymore. Can dried fruit rot, though?

I think I may die soon.

Have you ever noticed that if you say a word or phrase enough times in a row it ceases to make sense and just drowns in the sound of gibberish? Carrot, for instance. Cricket. Castor oil. Compassionate conservatism. Love ( Read more... )

So ( Read more... )