Damn, it's December. Who saw that one coming?? Only 22 more days till Christmas, guys! I love Christmas... decorating the tree, making stockings and christmas tree ornaments, building gingerbread houses... hangin' out under the mistletoe. I've never actually been psyched for Christmas before -- my family doesn't do all that much, and most of my ( Read more... )

This is what my life is like ( Read more... )

Today I handed in my notice at work. My last day at The Chelsea Standard is officially Jan. 14, 2005, a Friday. I will probably fly to Texas that weekend. This means I will be in town for a month longer than I originally thought, but it also means I will actually be leaving, as about 60 percent of myself never really believed I would ever actually ( Read more... )

I was going to write something in order to procrastinate from my work, but I realize the only things I would write about right now because I'm so tired are work and Mark and needing to get a life, and you guys could all probably write those entries for me.

So that leaves me with... work.

Plan for the day ( Read more... )

It's 12:00... I have four more stories to write in five hours, plus some pictures to take... I was on fire for a while, but that realization has me a bit down. Oh, well ( Read more... )

Mondays suck. Tuesdays suck.

I have been painting a lot lately. It feels good to be creative ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I bowled my highest score ever -- a 107. I also got a 98, which would be my third highest score ever (at the time, it was my second highest score ever). Of course, one of the games, I got, like, a 73... which would have been just about average for me, but everyone else got a 173 and so... it wasn't looking so hot. But I'm pretty proud of ( Read more... )

Consider me naked. Writer's block should be considered a hazardous working condition ( Read more... )