As I re-examine my life over the past few years, and specifically, over the past year, I encounter several glitches within the screen -- glitches that make me wonder whether or not I really do exist in the capacity I believe. I do not know that my loves, emotions, or even the looks that cross my face, constitute the truth of my existence. Have I ( Read more... )

It's been such a long time now that I've fled the grasps of my journal, but in doing so, I've inappropriately dampened the spirit of my innercore and have succumbed to the inexorable grasp of ennui. My Simon, my Simon, where hath thee gone? I almost wish I hadn't had him committed to the asylum this past November, but what's done is done and I ( Read more... )

tell me to update my blog. Mathilda is oh-so-care-worn these days. She needs an icicle smoothie a la Viva Le. The tide has most certainly turned circular. Oh, and I can't wait to watch that new movie about the McCarthy-ist era.

And if this just doesn't tell you what kind of anxiety laden atmosphere we live in, I don't know what will...

Risk:
76% NUCLEAR
63% BIOLOGICAL
47% CONVENTIONAL
Your above scores indicate your relative risk in each of the 3 main types of terrorism. A score above 50% means you are living with the real possibility of death by that type of ( Read more... )

In preparation for my trip to the land of afar, I have set up a new blog wherein I will chronicle my Irish-attic habits as I experience them. You may access my website, entitled "The Boogie Irish," at the following location: www.theboogieirish.blogspot.comFor those of you who haven't heard of my might adventures in some time, please know that I've ( Read more... )

Though only two of my friends remembered my birthday (perhaps it's due to the falsified information on my lj), I forgive everyone for this obviously atrocious lack of care of my person ( Read more... )

“I’m still your f---“ - Broken Social Scene (You Forgot it in People ( Read more... )

On this Friday morning on the 20th of May in the year two thousand and five, I have exactly three things to be semi-ecstatic about, and I am listing them in no particular order ( Read more... )

I could spend all day at my job writing but I feel so uninspired that I sit and surf the internet, hoping for spikes of joy to strike me down. It hasn't happened. I completed one of the most vapid quizzes of all time, and am now pondering over why my back/shoulder muscles hurt so much. It is most likely due to time spent in a chair, though I have ( Read more... )

What recourse do I have but to clear the slate and set my soul a-flutter? These ill-fated mornings topple my countenance into a suffering pile o' ashes...the flames have succeeded for far, far too long ( Read more... )