I like the way the rain feels tonight. Cool and heavy, massaging my inflamed angst into dull concern. I walk the long way to my car. Sometimes I get lost from my grounding; relived of reality I can be devoured by my thoughts. Streetlamps, crosshatched by the water, move with the wind. Fluid fixtures?

I ran in the rain for a long time today. It was nice. I hope I don't catch my death of cold.

Now for the homework...

Remind me to tell you the story of how my room mates doused themselves with pepper spray yesterday.

Back in school. Scott's show is soon. I finished up at Norton around 1 am today. I'm due back at 9 am.

I'm fickle in my relationships (or pursuit of relationships).

Anna's back with that guy. She dicked me over again and I'm rather relived. We're even now. Fuck her. Fuck the cousin sucking wench.

Today is Scott's birthday

And

I like crutches.

To combat the ever increasing pettiness of my posts I've decided to share some of the knowledge I've acquired this week ( Read more... )

Productivity is overrated. I've spent my break reading, running, and helping Scott watch his Christmas gifts, Profit and American Gothic.

Profit I adore, the protagonist achieving a prim spot on my list of the coolest bad guys ever. American Gothic I'm struggling with. This is my first time to see it but the first season Lucas and I played ( Read more... )

I suppose I have a lot to say. But I don't want to ( Read more... )

After an hour of sleep I scurried over to Norton to pretend to work and discuss the finer points of the philosophy of Paper, Rock, Scissors with Readman. Then I loped home to cook the rest of the food my sister's ex-boyfriend had left over. Billy, Diane, and I feasted and figured out how to fix my life. The plan involves a prostitute and a ( Read more... )

I re-destroyed my voice yesterday. It'll be at least Monday before I'm able to answer my phone...