I've been listening to Bruce Springsteen a lot recently ( Read more... )

It's been three days since I last updated, and you know, I'd really like to tell you that I've found something interesting to write about. I need to live up to Rzeznik's title, after all.

But right now I'm still sort of reeling at the way Charles and whatshername's wedding enacted a hostile takeover of the news channel. Yes, still.

It's April 8th, and I still get the cards.

I'm never really sure how to react to them, you know, because when people do shit like that it's not necessarily just for the person who's on the recieving end. Sometimes people send cards to help themselves work through tragedy. But I still get these things, and in some ways it makes me feel like there's ( Read more... )

The first time I was ever really, legitimately stoned, I struck claim on a patch of carpet and sprawled out to relax and watch the patterns cycling behind my closed eyes. I remember being somewhat apprehensive, laced with a strong dose of eagerness, waiting for whatever-it-was to hit. They don't tell you how it's going to be, when you get high. ( Read more... )

We have a cat ( Read more... )

When you're awake at ungodly hours, unable to sleep for all the thoughts twisting, what do you do ( Read more... )

Frances woke up this morning and let me know that she just didn't feel like going to school ( Read more... )

I've gotta be honest with you, most people who claim to know tragedy have no idea what they're talking about. There's a lot of grief in the world, but the folks living it aren't bragging, they're too busy coping. The way I see it, if you're able to get up in the morning and make the coffee, you've already gotten past the clutching, awful heartache ( Read more... )