Posted by Seven on Saturday, 23 April 2005:

So, the mother of Jesus has been making appearances in the darndest places lately: on grilled cheese, in windows, under a freeway. It just makes me wonder where we'll find her next. Maybe in a cup of Wendy's chili. And you thought finding a finger in there was creepy.My friend Roxanne then proceeds to ( Read more... )

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"True knowledge exists in knowing that you know nothing. And in knowing that you know nothing, that makes you the smartest of all." -Socrates

My sister gave me two of her homemade cookies to make me feel better. A sweet gesture from an older sister to a younger sister that I can appreciate, especially since it's Katie, but I'm hating food right now, so I just feel disgusting ( Read more... )

( HA! So I was right! )

Reese, Fran and I went to see Fevor Pitch today. Speaking strictly as a movie-goer, it was a pretty decent film overall, and occasionally chick-flickish, which I happened to appreciate in the company of my female friend and her sister. However, speaking as the hardcore Yankee fan that I am, it was a disgustingly shitty movie with no motherfucking ( Read more... )

An excerpt from mine and Reese's conversation earlier this evening, where she correlates my sense of "falling" to a physical fall:

claireseyk: it's just like when you physically trip and fall
claireseyk: falling is scarey because you think you know what's coming
claireseyk: but this is one of those times that you fall into a big pile of pillows ( Read more... )

I often wish I were more eloquent of a writer. I get lost in my own descriptions and become far too wordy, trying to explain emotions that are so obviously indescribable. Jesus Christ, just take a look at my away message from earlier this evening. The first part is mostly banter, but the last line is a perfect example of my habit of "word icing," ( Read more... )

Opening Day at CoPa. Today, I remembered why I love summer so much. Crystal-clear images drifted back into my consciousness of last season, when my dad and I would go downtown on one of those perfect, sunny Sunday afternoons to see a game. Just he and I, bonding over frozen lemonade and those classic ballpark hotdogs (which happen to be the only ( Read more... )

I hope you'll believe me when I say that I'm trying to fight it, but that vicious haze (read: my capricious friend, Clinical Depression) is settling around me yet again, and mercilessly choking the life out of me in the process. So, where am I left ( Read more... )