Ordinarily, I would not condone such behavior. However, most of my friends have left town, and I have spent a lot of my time since then by myself, either at the coffee shop reading, walking around, or staring into the abyss while listening to La Bouche. EXHILARATING. Last night at the coffee shop, 15 asked me if I'd buy him a 40. I thought back to ( Read more... )

I don't even feel the need to pretend I'm doing work when I'm at work anymore. I spent many months with program modules, spreadsheets, and book records stashed in my desktop taskbar, easily accessible for maximization when co-workers and/or my boss were in the vicinity. Since putting in my two weeks, however, I proceed with an unabashed face of ( Read more... )

is an okay substitute for Camel Filters, I guess.

My favorite food is gum, my second favorite food is vitamin water, my third favorite food is throwing up...

Joy totally stole my thunder. Just as I'm about to sink my teeth into a really pertinent entry about owl-looking patrons with elaborate chips on their bird-like spreads I realize that MS. PARTRIDGE had already decided to sink her teeth into a really pertinent entry about chairless tables and carrots and great hair. Fine. FINE. I'm sinking anyway, ( Read more... )

I had my heart in my hands ( Read more... )

I dreamt that I was hanging out with a ten year old boy who refused to take piano lessons in spite of his parents' pushes. He played for me. He was good. He said he knew he was good, and that embarassed him because he didn't want to be noticed, especially not because of something that he didn't do on purpose. He was just born that way and that's ( Read more... )

Fiona told me that it is supposed to rain for ten days straight. I think we're on day four or something and I very much like using an umbrella. I made reference to this in my last entry in regards to flight (because sometimes I do sort of lift off the ground), but that's not the only reason I like umbrellas. If I don't want to talk to the toothless ( Read more... )

With a sturdy, wide, shallow umbrella and a constant, tunneled wind source, I believe I could fly.

Questions like, "What are your strongest skills/ skill sets?" have muted any voice I once had. It has become increasingly difficult for me to compose even the most simple emails, let alone a reallife livejournal post. Thusly, I am citing below words I have typed to strangers and lovers in the last few days in lieu of coming up with any new words. I ( Read more... )

We went to the river a lot last summer. We'd hike up our shorts or our skirts and drink beers and wade out a bit. Kyle was there so he'd wade out further with her, but I was too scared, and that was OK with them. I'd just sit on a rock and maybe look at some fish and other river mysteries that you'd never touch because, you know, you might contract ( Read more... )