You know you're tired when, in writing a paper, you say, "I'm not really sure." Maybe more later.

Thanks Joe. And Emily. And Matthew (let’s be friends). And Erica ( Read more... )

I have spent too much stupid idle time today at this stupid idle machine. Oh well. Sometimes this place feels like not so good. Sometimes being me feels like not so good. Oh well? If I saw you it was good if i didn't I'm sorry. Oh. I'm going to wash myself. Then Nick Drake and I are going to sleep well. Then eat and RETURN OF THE BEAST. night and ( Read more... )

I'm sitting alone in my house and possibly in my underwear. we have good bread, orange juice, green beans a couple other things i think that's all. my house is really small. i want to go running but it looks and sounds really cold outside and that means i'll be really cold in a few minutes. last night i got home and the internet wouldn't work, my ( Read more... )

here we are, friendsies. time for break muncie bloomington elkhart chicago iowa chicago etccccccccccccccccc. i never thought i would be in this state but as luigi would say, "eee're we gooo!" love you all, have a good break. feel so ridiculous and gowdy did it all. goodnight loves. LOVE LOVE LOVE THERES NOTHING YOU CAN DO THAT CANT BE DONE. LOVE ( Read more... )

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I’m up to study for a test but I don’t feel like doing it so why not write instead hm hm hm. I wish I could just make one of those “current status” posts that would explain who what when where who in some accurate exciting and revelatory way but I can’t really do that because my “status,” at least subjectively speaking, changes no less than every ( Read more... )

Mat Behm,
Your Valentine mail package just made my month or some other extended period of time. I have a Thrills song lyric guy as one of my away messages. Yeah, I bust him out just about never but still. The valentine said the thrills. I can't think right now because I have slept not a lot.
Louis

It doesn't get much better than this: (Gowdy and I steal each other's shit sometimes ( Read more... )

Two nights ago, the beginning of my stream-of-consciousness late night insomniac journal, I said this: "What is life in the end if not nothing? Endless eternal beautiful inconsequential nothing nothing. Nothing is of consequence except to those directly physically emotionally in touch held in abstract physical embrace with me and they too will soon ( Read more... )