Hello world. Or what portion of the world this transmission reaches. As you may or may not have noticed there have been but four sentences (a word I use in an exceptionally broad sense) posted to this journal in the last year or so. Two of them were written by Christine ( Read more... )

ian smith makes the tastiest margaritas ever!

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You might have already seen this from Christine, but freerice is officially awesome. After donating 2000 grains, I leveled off at around 42 with a peak at 44. Bring it. 

Hello Precious. Thanks for being my friend :D

Post #1 - circa 10am

a lot of who I am I owe to my dad, and that makes me feel good about life.

Post #2 - 12:40pm

I've had 4(?) shots of jameson's in celebration of my neghbor's birthday and am about to go purchase a bit of ESB. I work at 4. wish me luck?

SO...waugh random impulse to rearrange room. The feng shui is actually kind of crappier but the door doesn't rub against the bed and my heater is unobstructed and I now have blank walls ready for art to hang upon and I don't have enough floorspace to let my laundry pile up.
We'll see if it stays.

Around a campfire, the Speech and Drama Christmas party from my old high school. Uber Chistian Mother type: What kind of wood is that? Me: Tugley. UCMT: Oh. Me: Yes. It has a tendency to whiffle but we got it young. UCMT: Really? Me: Yes. Snicker-snack, you know. UCMT: Huh.

As I put it to Ali earlier this evening, Phoenix is the place that I go when I fail at Seattle. Which is in large part why I think it feels weird to be back. I live there and am visiting here and that is backward and right. This is an ugly city, a city in it's awkward teenage growth spurt. Gangly and clumsy, identityless and self-conscious. My ( Read more... )

Something tells me I'm in to something good.

HA!



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