Things that are desired ( Read more... )

Though I generally refuse to be the sole contributor to this joint-effort journal, it is my last eight-hour Sunday, presumably (and hopefully, Christ Our Lord and Savior willingly,) ever, and I am choosing to snub any productive work I could be doing (but really, is there any productive work I could be doing?), and instead embark upon an entry that ( Read more... )

Someone I know died and I didn't know him all that well but when someone you know at all dies it doesn't feel right and you think about them at many different places and times and their family. And you think about how maybe you should have gone over to their apartment that one time instead of promising you would go another time. And then you think ( Read more... )

For the past two Mondays (maybe last week it was a Tuesday) I have gone to the coffee shop to eat a banana and have a coffee and I find KRA there eating a really big meat sandwich and we talk about what's going to happen next and I'm pretty sure he's going to be a millionaire with about forty-five bookshelves (high quality) and thin-sliced deli ( Read more... )

I. Wendy's dollar menu.
II. There's no such thing as organic ramen.
III. Nobody likes a fattie!

In lieu of the entry I wrote yesterday in which I publicly insulted and humiliated 19th century Scotland (I'm sorry, 19th century Scotland, baby, you know I luh you), I would like to say one thing:

Womandad.

I often find myself fantasizing about articles of clothing that I'd like to make part of a ten piece minimalist wardrobe. My latest fantasy involves navy blue overall shorts. Not denim. I'm thinking more of a khaki. Navy khaki - a color/material combo that harks back to my uniformed elementary and middle school years, when coordinating my headband ( Read more... )

"I like everything that has no style: dictionaries, photographs, nature, myself and my paintings. (Because style is violence, and I am not violent)."
-GR