I haven't been updating because I am bogged down by the incredible weight of classes, work, and my thesis ( Read more... )

I've talked my face off tonight on the phone ( Read more... )

Just got done watching the commercials from the Super Bowl. Such a stimulating exercise in the meaninglessness ( Read more... )

The door rattles, gives a fraction of a fraction, and then slips back. He spits up a bit of laughter, kicks at the door, nearly misses. Quieting himself, he reaches in his pocket ( Read more... )

there are the men who come back ( Read more... )

I said that I might have more to say about Katie’s death. I do and I have the pictures to prove it ( Read more... )

This is taken from McSweeney's under the heading "The Pretentious seventeen year-old's Guide to Dating ( Read more... )

I watch a lot of movie trailers. I love them; in some cases the trailers are better than the movie. Instead of being disappointed by those movies, I become more infatuated with the trailers. Sure you can curse the advertising demons (in some cases), those companies that aren't even connected with the studio who are interested in something less than ( Read more... )

The girl with the shaved head died on the 15th; I don’t know how, I don’t know why. I’m trying hard to resist my gut feeling, that she died of an overdose because I really don’t know her that well. Dear Katie Ganja, I want to believe that it was something else. You were nice. (Edit: she didn’t, she didn’t ( Read more... )

Again, today I talked to the man who had his legs ripped out from under him by a drunk driver. This is the man who tips me a dollar, wants his english toffee extra hot and extra sweet. His stories are tip enough; like how he brought a girl to orgasm while rubbing her stump, sneaking the sock she couldn't get on, up to the hilt. The patches all over ( Read more... )