Earlier, a thought popped into my head -- I would kill for a cigarette.

And I keep thinking that, and I can't stop thinking it.

I would really kill for a cigarette right now.

And then, I thought, 'Man, good thing I can't buy cigarettes.' But then, I realized -- I can buy cigarettes.

Good thing, then, that I don't have any money.

Bandit is gone now, too ( Read more... )

I came back to Lynchburg to sunny, eighty-degree weather. What a shock from the thirties of the morning. The larger surprise, however, was the scent on the breeze. Everybody's been saying it. Spring. It was more humid, things were starting to bloom. Thankfully, it cooled down from the horrid eighty degrees to a more manageable sixties range ( Read more... )

So. I am at Macalester, staying with Keaton. This is just the most awesome thing EVER. I am quite enjoying myself. And, I still have a lot longer to stay! Six more days, YAY!

YOU ARE READING THE JOURNAL OF A 2006-2007 RMWC RESIDENTIAL ASSISTANT!

UNGH! *PELVIC THRUST*

I DID IT!

I SAW A FUCKING CHIPOTLE YESTERDAY! Chesterfield? Perhaps it was in Chesterfield. Whatever, I saw it, and it MUST see my patronage, because it is rock.

That is all.

Yay! Pictures!

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As many of you may know, I was supposed to give a blood donation yesterday. I was incredibly excited about donating blood for my first time. I felt ready to brave the needle and any symptoms I may have felt afterward. I prepped by drinking a nalgene and a half of water. (And peeing all morning long as an immediate result.) But, ah, fate did not ( Read more... )

Jess --

[noun]:

A beat poet working the streets

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Good to know, man. Good to know.