Livejournal does a service to those of us who only bother to check in with their accounts once every couple years or so. They keep the crap posted, and that's a boon because I haven't bothered to preserve any of these ramblings from the mountain times yet, and I'll probably forget to do so for a long time after I write this. That kind of foresight ( Read more... )

i have read that it takes a person ten years to become an expert at whatever they're doing. this is worded badly and i apologize in advance for the grammatical errors that may occur in the rest of this post as i am beyond caring at the mo'. ten years. in ten years i will have (i can say this with some authority as i am by now an expert at being me ( Read more... )

hey folks. and good mornernoon, at 4:45 i am officially awake. it's thanksgiving, i think, and people across this great, bloated nation are just about to sit down to a greasy and turkey-centric feast followed by farting, burping, and waistline competitions whilst sitting on their asses and watching the telly. hopefully they'll not have to go out ( Read more... )

urgent messages daily from IAHF, schizophrenics unite against the fascist insect ( Read more... )

lil's a working stiff. a right jolly peon at the blockbuster corp. stocking movies and merrily asking cranky church-goers how i can be of yet more assistance and annoyance to them ( Read more... )

tonight seems just like any other (if you took it only at a glance ( Read more... )

reading Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre. it sure has sat on the bookshelf long enough. at least a year. again that feeling of wanting and not wanting to discuss it with someone. my sociality will come, break over me like a wave, and recede again to collect steam and new suprises. ubiquitous. jean-paul's voice is overwhelming my thoughts. so tidy, so ( Read more... )

my lj haiku ( Read more... )

nike, goddess of victory. androgyny abounds ( Read more... )

i can hear the echoes of jack's torrent of cries from five hundred miles away.. it's sort of one of those things you can count on. the sun rises in the east, shakespeare will forever be exulted and extensively read, water is wet, and once a year sometime soon after june 24th, jack savitsky will break down and sob and curse and vent: loud, ( Read more... )