I'm so sick right now ( Read more... )

TITLE: The high email I was going to send my ex-boyfriend (not the one you think, the one I neglected to tell you about because I’ve been tardy for precisely four years) numero (no Microsoft Word spell-check, I don’t mean numerous, numeric, or numeral) uno ( Read more... )

I haven’t hit the gym with commitment in three weeks. For me that’s depressing ( Read more... )

As I read over my past I wonder where I found those large thoughts of my old posts, stuck them all together, and actually made my ramblings seem interesting. This journal was started in first year university and now that I can see graduation I should probably get back in the plane and see if I can still fly this machine to completion ( Read more... )

To Louis XIV music wasn’t commerce, it was politics. By setting an impossible standard of competition through fashion and music he virtually imprisoned the nobility of France in the exquisite one-upmanship of court life, exhausting their financial means, consolidating power in the throne, and making his nation a world power. Of course for the ( Read more... )

Why I am the way I am #2288 ( Read more... )

I grew up in a family who’s liberal guilt collided with its religious origins with such thunderous intensity that I was 19 before I ever drove (anxious ridden, unsure of what to do) into a car wash and 23 before I considered the possibility that paying someone twenty dollars an hour to perform services for which they actively advertise and/ or take ( Read more... )

My birthday was awesome... I wish I could remember it.

And the xylophone plays for the introduction ( Read more... )

"You win this round, Mr. Bond"