Riding on top of a train along Lake Superior into Duluth. The top of the train cars are covered with inflatable black tarpaulin ridges, between whose folds I hide. The condunctors of the train are the two guys from Mortician. They don't take kindly to stowaways. I bail from the train into a river and swim away amongst boat traffic and run, bike and ( Read more... )

I think I may have requested this three years ago. I don't understand what it means.


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Terrifyer video


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I'm on last.fm now. SN = softcottonswab. add me or something.

Life goes on. school and stuff.

I am now reading Stiff, by Mary Roach. I would like to write and thank her for allowing laypeople like myself a glimpse in to the gruesome world of the "life" of corpses, and also, in the same stroke, for plowing the final nail in the coffin of my brief entertaining of the idea that I would want to become a mortician, a career which, for me, ( Read more... )

"Where did you get that information?"
"On the internet."
"The internet? What the fuck is the internet?"

I switched from barbells back to rings. Less prone to pain.

This is a problem. I am not ready for school, but I either need school to start or I need a girlfriend or both because I am drunk on a Tuesday night and watching the Drew Carey Show. The DREW FUCKING CAREY SHOW. Sad.

edit: This may just be the booze talking, but I look fucking hot without my shirt on. I'd do me if I had a Xerox.

Attention: The UWM financial aid department has Tetris music/a MIDI file as their "on hold" sound.

Happy birthday to you, dearest Regal.
With beer get as high as an eagle.
Rock out to the juke,
But try not to puke
Because now all your drinking is legal.

Dream: Ann and I were applying yellow jelly to our faces from toothpaste tubes. We sang a song that I can't remember. It was four lines long and had an ABAB rhyme scheme ( Read more... )