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luscious_james

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POSTMAN¹S ARIA ( Read more... )

Birthday Poem for Margaret, Age 7 ( Read more... )

Notice:  Am taking the plunge and swtiching to Friends Only.  Too many odd LJers here to risk some of the grumpy things I have to say.

Hint:  If you want to make it rain in Santa Fe, plan a big event to take place on theCSF Quad.  Then, inevitably, it will.

Today is World Music Day and Quadstock.  Well, Quadstock is tonight.  I don't know if I'll go.  I can hear it from my dorm anyway, and I've got a lively amount of reading and writing to do, most of it before Monday.  Blah.  I ( Read more... )

I'm booowardddd.

Really.  I am.  I wanted to go to bed--in fact, my teeth are brushed and everything, but Tamara and Becca came over and they're playing D&D.  So that means that no sleep will Meggie get as long as they are at it.  Which could be a while.

And I don't know where anyone else is right now, so consequently I'm just bumming it at the ( Read more... )

Guess what.  Guess what time I went to bed last night.

That's right.

3am.

This needs to stop.  Really.  And we both said it would, that we would not stay up late because we were both tired, and besides, I had to be at work at 8am this morning.  But I didn't leave.  Because somehow, I can't find it in myself to leave these days.

So I went to bed ( Read more... )

christ, i am so tired.  really.  i am.

you know what?  i'm in college now.  i'm going to try writing with capital letters involved.

Here goes.  We'll see how long this lasts.

To recap, I'm really fuckin tired.  I don't know what it is.  Well, I do.  I mean, staying up 'til the wee hours of the morning does not a happy brain make, and while I was ( Read more... )

i really need to stop staying up late.  it was 430 before i went to bed last night.  not good.  not good at all.

consequently, i have been drifting through my day like a little piece of ectoplasm, whiffing about here and there.  the chocolate chai blizzard, though good, was not enough to keep me awake while trying to read about british colonists in ( Read more... )