It is utterly fruitless to make anything resembling a progressive vote in the "great state" of Tennessee. Unless you want to fuck the already completely fucked educational assembly line or prevent the open and free expression of human love, you might as well not even mark the ballot ( Read more... )

This is probably completely bogus, in the fact that it sounds too much like one of those emails my mom never stops forwarding, but I liked it just the same. (In other words, it's more than likely a fake, but that doesn't mean I can't wish it wasn't. Ha!)

Oh, and I'd have cut it if I cared, so don't ask! ;D

***The other day John Kerry said, "You ( Read more... )

Flu,
refusing to rest myself,
and insomnia
------------------------
something worse. Fuck.

Wired is running an article this month in which they've asked various authors to write short stories that are exactly six words in length. Oh happy day! I could be a published writer yet!

Here are six of my favorites, since six is apparently the numero del dia:

• I saw, darling, but do lie. --Orson Scott Card
• Finally, he had no more words. -- ( Read more... )

I'm twenty-one now. Just thought I'd make an official note, and maybe do a longer post later. For now, bed calls, and I must listen.

TO ALL MARYVILLE/KNOXVILLE FOLKSES IT MAY CONCERN:

I am home. We should hang out. I am here until Thursday afternoon, so time is of the essence.

You know you wanna party* with me!

*The term "party" refers to the act of grabbing coffee and/or sustenance and proceeding to sit awkwardly and grope through conversation until that spark of ( Read more... )

I'm starting to seriously consider reapplying to Transy. I must be insane.

Somebody needs to beat me with a really large stick...

More on my apparent developing psychosis later.

EDIT: M'kay, I'm feeling saner now in the knowledge that I would get no scholarships whatsoever. Lack of gift money=loans=poor forever!

It kind of just occurred to me that I turn twenty-one in less than twenty-one days ( Read more... )

Chris and Luci are walking back to Davis Hall after breakfast. An awesome bicycle is noticed.

CHRIS: Wow, that is a nice bike!

LUCI: You say that every fucking time we pass it! It's the same bicycle, it's been there forever!

CHRIS: Chuckle, guffaw, har har har.

LUCI: Seriously, every time-- "Hey, that's a nice bike!"

Beat.CHRIS: You're a ( Read more... )

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