Midnight and the post-coital glow of a rapturous musical experience. It's difficult to get my thoughts together. Air were flat-out amazing. Without a doubt one of the best live shows I've ever been to. They ended the encore with an apocalyptic twelve-minute version of "La Femme D'argent" that with all the lights strobing hit a peak of such total ( Read more... )

OH MY GOD STEVE IRWIN IS DEAD!

I am inconsolable. I want to throw a memorial party.

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In twenty or so minutes Phil is turning 21. I will have a glass of pink champagne with him. That's the only way to deal with these situations.

Almost midnight and I'm still hungover. No amount of bread or water will fix me. I tried to smoke it off. I spent the day flattened against the couch, watching The Thing and Clueless. Then there were no ( Read more... )

v o l k p e n i s
V O L K P E N I S

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What the fuck. I know I say that a lot but - WHAT THE FUCK. Fuck that book. No piece of writing has ever made me angrier or more upset or more disturbed or more nauseous UGH afjiusdfjhsdfkhjsdfhl. But. The fact that it elicited such a strong response speaks well of it. Truth be told it was a good book. Even the ending. Even the ending, which every ( Read more... )

I miss Liz.

What the fuck? I can't even imagine what was going on here. But I think it's best if you just take their advice and make it up as you go along.

Maybe he was channeling L. Ron Hubbard?

We did a lot of shouting--phrases from childhood games, dirty words, satisfying noises of all kinds. We were afraid, but only a little afraid, of the silence around us. Usually there was enough breeze in the tops of the pines to make a faint rustling noise behind the day, but I remember times, hot, airless days, sitting in the woods, alone in ( Read more... )