Mark Prior is a bad influence and my head hurts. More details to follow.

( We had a rainout yesterday. See what happens when we have rainouts? )

It's been the sort of day where I just have to dip into my vat of photographed facial expressions to summarize my mood. No, this icon doesn't do me or my mood justice. Fortunately for the world, there are no icons of me bawling like a baby or, I don't know, punching a wall. Punching walls is counterproductive ( Read more... )

I keep starting those dumb entries where I'm supposed to analyze life and my place in it. Think about how apparently gayness is the key to an instant soap opera or something and how soggy my shoes are from going back and forth from the car and dancing taking leisurely strolls through the rain ( Read more... )

( Well, Mark, it looks as though you and me have a very well rounded date planned. )

22 days, 18 hours, 15 minutes.

So, I haven't updated in a long time. Who else saw this coming? Been spending time sleeping. Eating. Playing with the baby, who's pretty fucking cool when all is said and done. Smart kid, too ( Read more... )

Happy thanksgiving.

Why is your journal purple? I mean, really.

In California. Having a very nice time.

Yup, nothing else to say about that.