I know there are words. I don't have them.

I am so very happy these days. Gilda and I are wonderful together when we're on, and we're usually on ( Read more... )

Let me also mention Gilda and I are doing incredibly well.

Like, amazing.

se7en is a fantastic movie.

Resurrection is a terrible rip-off of the movie. Scene for scene.

In accordance with the astrological omens, I encourage you to seek out a concentrated period of sweet oblivion. Not a numb, narcotized limbo. Not a mournful unconsciousness that's motivated by a depressive urge to give up. No, Gemini: The mental blankness that you cultivate should be generated by a quest to rejuvenate yourself, and it must have ( Read more... )

Tentatively expecting a very good summer. Very tentatively. But also very good.

Some rather interesting developments of late.

I shall keep Kevin apprised. I wonder what's going to happen?

I'm writing a story!

For really reals, though. So it won't be done for a loooong time.

Pushing insomnia near the point of delirium consistently is an interesting experience.

Also, I am rather hungry. What to do?

Who applied to college?

Who moved back in with his folks by choice?

And finally, who has to take a shit right now?

Answer to all of the above:
Me.