I have something to say ( Read more... )

Welcome to my world, baby. Where to start ( Read more... )

It's fascinating how there's not much emphasis on physical prowess amongst the band children here. People don't exercise, but have a vested interest in the fried chicken and multiple flavors of pie served at the cafeteria here. The corpulent artists, at the party that followed the concert, apparently find others of their nature quite attractive, ( Read more... )

I drink. I swim. I socialize. I eat. I sleep. I tan. I run. I play ping pong.

Well, I figured I should update my journal today because after years of an intimate relationship, I got rid of my tri-wart. It's a big fuckin' deal. Although I should say that I attempted ot get rid of my tri-wart. It's still technically attached to my elbow. As I predicted, liquid nitrogen isn't quite up to the task of taking on the ol' T-Dub ( Read more... )

Jes wanted to say that I'm coming along nicely. Quite nicely, if I do say so m'self.

Ok, it looks like I'm past the worst of what has to be the most intense early morning munchy craving ever without the aid of weed. Taking a couple of hits of fried chicken--that's Ezell's fried chicken, mind you--ice cream, hawaaiiaan rolls and a candy bar I think did the job ( Read more... )

As I sit down to write this I have just bade my mom to fix for me for the first time one of the cocktails that my parents have, as far as I can remember, drank every day of their lives come 5 pm. Odd to watch the moms choose what kind of cocktail she thinks I might like, given that I have never shown any alcoholic inclinations in her presence. ( Read more... )

Today…today…the implied arrogance of this live journal business…don’t fight it, Lucas ( Read more... )

So…first live journal entry. I feel somewhat hampered by the voice of society in my head telling me that only homosexuals keep journals. But I’m an English major. Or does that just make it worse? These are the questions ( Read more... )