I just ran to Albertson's (okay, drove) for some soy sauce, and I was coming out, some totally creepy Hispanic dude walks by me, and looks me up and down. Then he says, "Adios, Barbie ( Read more... )

I'm not cryin.' It's someone's cigarette smoke, my eyes' way of cleansing themselves, an effect of the moon hanging in the wrong place, an explanation and a question merged into one, a delayed reaction ( Read more... )

This is why I'm here. This is one of the reasons. No, three reasons.

Dear Claudia ( Read more... )

Someday they'll find your small town world ( Read more... )

And the good Lord Jesus Christ said ( Read more... )

The weather today sucks. In 99% of the world, it is March. In Cheney, we live in a time warp, and apparently, get last December's weather.

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Isaura and I were sitting at the kitchen table last night, looking at a yearbook from junior year. In it is the picture I plan to put up on myspace, a young kid in a self-made Linkin Park shirt, a collection of spikes around the neck, hair straight and parted down the middle, smile revealing metal ( Read more... )

-to get a haircut. Really really badly ( Read more... )

Bird York always makes me sad. And yet I listen to this song on repeat because...well, what is Claudia but sadness in one person ( Read more... )

I just locked myself out of my online banking login thing. Again. I swear, I need to stop coming up with "creative" passwords, because by creative I usually mean "things I can never remember." The bank people are usually very nice, but I'm afraid that one day, their patience will be null and void and then I'll be outta luck ( Read more... )