I don't know, I just feel like writing under this account right now. Hello people on this journal's friends list.

Alright, fellows. This journal is over. My new journal is FrontPorchMafia, add me if you like......

I introduced the subject with the promise that I did have a job ( Read more... )

Theme of the evening,-in my head at least-was a fairly simple topic ( Read more... )

Okay, I want every one to ask me three questions. No more,no less. Ask me anything, really.

Well, tell me that I officially suck-but there isn't going to be a barbeque this weekend after all.

The details of this bad news ranges from a wedding no one told me was vital for me to attend, and also the absence of a fecking barbeque pit.

lol. Ah, well.

Well, tell me that I officially suck-but there isn't going to be a barbeque this weekend after all.

The details of this bad news ranges from a wedding no one told me was vital for me to attend, and also the absence of a fecking barbeque pit.

lol. Ah, well.

May, 2001 ( Read more... )

My ear is bleeedinggggg!!!!!

All my relations are platonic.  They get that way right after sex. Platonism was invented, I'm sure, in that state known as post coitum anima triste or, in American, after shtooping the soul sags. In that state of soul-sag the infinite sadness of one's animal limitations make for a dream state out of which Plato is born, every time. Plato, if you ( Read more... )