Reading Livejournal entries from years and years ago is not a good way to get your nostalgia. In fact, it generally just leaves one feeling exceptionally old and unaccomplished ( Read more... )

Customers will always complain about the bread factory. It squats next door to the hotel, one wide, square level which never sleeps and attracts droning swarms of eighteen-wheelers throughout the night. It emits a dull roar at all hours; when production is at full tilt the place is abuzz with the sounds of engines and fans and encircled in an ( Read more... )

I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT YOU, LIVE JOURNAL.

I was looking for you. Now I found you again.

SUCH FUN WE'LL HAVE.

Working with Mark is fun ( Read more... )

For Christmas, my sister bought their house a Wii, which has taken a place besides the bent cards and yellowing boards of Trivial Pursuit in the Hall of Supported Family Pastimes. I spent a good part of last night being utterly savaged by a five year old while bowling, or while doling a much-needed uppercut to my sick mother. I can't move my right ( Read more... )

The only regret I have of my youngest days is this: I never got into choir. For a few years I thought that I wanted to learn clarinet, but I never could get a handle on mucking with the reeds. Then I thought of playing bass guitar for a while, but it turned out that this was simple rock-and-roll envy brought on by my indie-rock-infused surroundings ( Read more... )

My hotel is owned by Michiganfolk, specifically by a strange creature named Dia. Dia is, in my mind's eye, a sprawling wormlike monster, a Hutt sitting upon a pile of invoices dispensing half-mad orders in the middle of the night and speaking broken english. I've worked indirectly for the guy for almost three years (eee) of my life, and have never ( Read more... )

Ladies and gentlemen, I am here to deliver unto you shocking news about the state of your Judeo-Christian afterlife, news which I fear has direct consequences for millions of us. While none of us were paying attention the whole management system of your Eternal Damnation has been fired and a new agency put into its place. This new agency makes the ( Read more... )

WAHHH INTERNET I MISS YOU

BABY COME BACK

I am a member of the Food Club. When I can buy groceries to provide for myself over two weeks for $25, when I can feel liberated from the price of food and allow the essential flavors of the items themselves to blend into a robust cocktail of sumptuous delights... well, that is a fine day. Allow me to share with you an example ( Read more... )