Since I seem to use this mostly as a confessional/squee-over-guys place, it is only natural that I would come here.  This is going to be long and boring to almost anyone who reads it, including me, except for looking back on it as time goes by.  Not that I have a HELL of a lot to say, really.  To catch you up:  The next time I went to Mexico, I met ( Read more... )

Dear 9-11:

I hate you.  You piss me off every single year, and I spend the day furious and depressed, and probably very few people who are also furious and depressed on this date every year feel that way for the same reasons as I do.  Every year, you make me hate people.  Good people, who are trying to express their own deep feelings about you.  ( Read more... )

So here I am on the tail end of another nocturnal adventure.  Not that this was all that adventurous.  I was getting ready to watch a movie and go to sleep, at damn near four in the morning, when one of my friends noticed I was online and called me.  He'd just come home from a party, and wanted to get my opinion about his neighborhood, Capitol Hill ( Read more... )

Excerpts from stuff I wrote today, which are kind of bony and gristly. I need to really find the meat of what is bothering me:
I am watching the funeral service for the police officers killed here last weekend. There are tens of thousands of officers at the Tacoma Dome right now, from all over the state, all over the country... and even a huge ( Read more... )

This Monday might have turned out to be awful, based on the way it began, with Guns N Roses stuck in my head when I woke up ( Read more... )