I want to tell you about the old man. I want to tell you about everything. Did it help? Could it possibly?

I went to Tim Hortons, ordered my usual mocha and sat down. There were two other people sitting individually , close by me: an old man reading a newspaper and another man who looked terribly worried. Almost tooworried. I sat down, watching ( Read more... )

Exiting a house full of screaming kids and drunken, rowdy adults into the arms of Jack and the lights of a pig cruiser.. Fancy that for a Fishstick Jesus weekend.. Pfft.

Yesterday's quote of the day:

Stacei (to Eric about his stalker girls at work): "Just tell them I like your shirt.. and your brother."

They stir.

I got my tattoo finished tonight

Me up at does ( Read more... )

Three months. Three months to live. That isn’t a very long time at all. If I was guarenteed only three months to live I know there are a few things I would want to do: travel to the San Francisco Bay area and immerse myself in all the bohemian culture and history, backpack through Europe, paint in Madrid, travel across the States and meet people ( Read more... )

I've opened this update window several times in the past few days, but haven't really done anything with it. I've been in the mood to write, but haven't been allowing myself.. I'm afraid of what I'll have to say, and moreso afraid of what I'll forget to say ( Read more... )

Yesterday's quote of the day:

Eric: "Moral of the story: Satan is a dirty Mexican."

You make me so jealous.