Finally I'm writing again, and as I told the pearl, in some possibly misguided attempt to drain some venom from my veins. Were I to have children, I would do my damndest to make sure they grew up smarter and more prepared for the teeth of the world I would have to eventually set them free on. I don't know. I think I was maybe going to go on about ( Read more... )

But My Body Thinks It Is.

Well I'm not sure what to type up now, there's the witty title, but what to back it up with? I had some good ideas for an entry all day, but I've been going in and out of sickness, and they are kinda fuzzy now. Ohh here's a good one.

Bad Voodoo Speech Project.
I was lumped into a group with four other people and tasked ( Read more... )

Hopefully my memory hasn't gone stale here, I'm sure I'll be editing this entry over and over, but here's what happened.
After my "hawk walk," I received a few text message invitations to go hang out with a friend, mix up some sangria. Sounded good to me, I'd never had sangria before.
Once I got off work, I spent a bit of time sitting on the steps of ( Read more... )

 Today seems to be the day I'm reminded of a childhood fantasy: becoming a falconer. 
Around 12:45, I decided to take "break" from work and walk around campus. I do this a LOT. Two nights ago, I bought Amplifico's amazingly awesomely heat album, "See Heart, See Muscle," so I popped in my nifty little kelly green headphones and bounced my feet to ( Read more... )

Here's a silly rant: Why don't they have milk in soda machines? Now, before someone says, duh, cuz they're pop machines, or dude, milk spoils, I would like to point out that I realize these traits are inherent in milk. But what does that say about soda? I know they've found corn that's still poppable in ancient egyptian tombs and all, but soda is a ( Read more... )

Now I'm curious what i can put out when I'm not eye-twitchingly mad. Draaaaaawin a blank. Whistling isn't helping. Maybe a to-do list, or a looong train of thought story. Option B.

Um. I suck at bullshitting. Option C. Stories from the life of Will.

Broken glass in a cup. Kind of a strange juxtaposition. Maybe a circus act will come along and send ( Read more... )

 At the library. Waiting. I'm sitting out on one of the balconies. I love this library, it's huge. Looking at the most vile building in downtown Jacksonville. The damn thing is a waste of space. Imagine a pyramid. Then, halfway up the sides of the pyramid, make a skyscraper grow out of it. Now, think about all the space wasted on that ugly base. ( Read more... )

( Frustrated venting, consider it a writing warmup. )

I am waiting to graduate from using excessively flowery language and thinking about pointless things too hard. Yesterday I was a bitter little snit.

( Explanation And Annoying Whining Trying To Justify My Disgust With Humanity Which Probably Comes From Some Self Loathing )

 They always fall in love me with me so deeply. And then, some unexpected disaster happens, so they pull up and cut off ties, in some strange attempt to preserve themselves. From what? Am I just some sort of human black hole, taking in the lonely and unhappy, trying to stretch them into a new shape? I care, but I must be doing it wrong. I want ( Read more... )