I like the sound of my keys. I like finding my wallet under stacks of new computer paper. I like sitting at the Take A Stand table with various friends stopping by. I don't like when friends don't bring snacks for me to eat while I'm sitting there. I Love Love Love Egon Schiele ( Read more... )

Today...I must not get stoned. I must not get down. Living in the building across town. I think I lost my wallet. Maybe it was stolen by some of those shady people (roommate's friends) who were here last night. There wasn't anything in it of real value...maybe my social security card...my debit card would not give anyone access to money since I don ( Read more... )

I am sleeping everywhere. I don't think I ever woke up today. Today has been one big annoying dream ( Read more... )

We came in the cafe. We wasted the day. We had a fun day. We came in the cafe ( Read more... )

I feel like an ashtray. I don't know exactly what happened last night, but I know this: "There are only two things in life I love: Hating Queers and Clam Chowder." It was a swell weekend all in all. Spending time with my favorite of people, and taking a day off to just get completely ripped apart....Intense. Today, my day was, of course, wasted. ( Read more... )

Countdowns and Touchdowns...Turning every frown upside down. I've got 15 days, aging flames (oh my child), and too much satisfaction from watching me crawl. Ahhh, the beauty of it all. I'm taking the train to Golgotha ( Read more... )

Last night I went to a party because I sat around yesterday doing nothing, despite the fact that this week is totally recuntulous in the amount of things I am supposed to turn in (none of which have I even began). Anyways, I went to this party. I knew maybe 5 people there and was accosted by some guy for being skinny like him. I hope that is all we ( Read more... )

I love the pictures Ann Foryet posted. Dolly's Cafe is ever so swell. I am cold and cute. Tomorrow the golden hair goes. Thank Jesus, right ( Read more... )

I'm a little bit in love with this song as I am with it's author. I got dreams of sand sinking in my cranial pockets. Would you call for me if you knew I was still listening? Or maybe that's just me ( Read more... )

Who knew that if you and three friends stand out on Hamilton Street with three signs that say, individually, "Love Hurts", "Please Help", and "Out of Beer", within the course of one hour you can make nine dollars and four Dark Heinekens? If it weren't Good Friday, I'd partake it.

I am seriously going to start considering a career in panhandling.