The lure and temptation of myspace has allowed my livejournal to fall into decay and ruin.  I even lost my Megaman icons by refusing to continue to pay for an upgraded account.  I decided today that myspace isn't something I want to be involved with anymore, so I took down all my info and deleted all my friends/comments/pictures.  I still have the ( Read more... )

I'm sitting here at 2:00AM listening to "Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" and trying to figure out what to do with my life.  There was one day in high school where I must have listened to that song for six hours on repeat while I fought movers and magic pots for EXP and AP.  That's neither here nor there, really.  I have some ideas, but talking about ( Read more... )

I remember the days when ICQ was the best instant messenger around.  I still think it's the best one, really, but no one uses it anymore.  It was so feature rich and intuitive.  That's where I learned the word 'assuage' and the habit of using the single hash quotation marks.  I had an excellent teacher.  Good times.

Good times.

In celebration of the end of my month of hunger, I proceeded to eat a block of cheese, a bag of mozzarella sticks, and a cinnamon roll. Too much fried cheese. I may be sick.

I've just listened to twenty minutes of a phonecall some guy made to Verizon representatives about his bill. It's so funny. They keep telling him that the rate on his data plan is .002 cents per kilobyte, but it's really .002 dollars per kilobyte and the Verizon reps. don't understand the difference. They keep arguing that the cost of the plan ( Read more... )

I hear the same sounds every night. Breaking leaves and Between the Buried and Me. Problems, problems, problems. Combustion engines and voices, always digital. Never real. I want to hear insatiability and hunger. I want to hear interest. I want to hear something genuine ( Read more... )

What I want right now more than anything is to touch something that breathes and have it touch back. I realized that as I watched a man on the bus pet his cat ( Read more... )

I still think about it, even now. It's all I have, really. With no end to the dry spell in sight, it intrudes into my thought process more and more often. I don't want to think about it, and I don't want to want to think about it, but it just comes. Sometimes it's little things that bring it on, like poems or proximity. Sometimes it's ( Read more... )

Kaiser rolls and vanilla mint;
The dismal resignation in their eyes;
Misunderstandings and sore metatarsals
Are the new black;
This is the best time of my life

I used to believe in fate. I used to believe that there was some order to the world, some plan that ultimately leads us where we should be. Then I woke up. I realized that everything is chaos. There's no order or design to life. There are actions and reactions, consequences and nothing more ( Read more... )