It's been a long time since I used this. Stupid MySpace. I am listening to The Killers a lot right now. I miss bluegrass already. Everything here is pretty lonely. I still have the dreams every night. A friend gave me a copy of Joyce's _Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man_ for Christmas; it's slow going because this edition is heavily ( Read more... )

This is what I remembered today: I love Tina Fey.

I miss lots of things. I want to get rid of everything. Everything. Let's have a big bonfire for everything Jason has accumulated in his first 23-ish years ( Read more... )

I keep trying to move on. I really do. And then I see something, or I hear something, and all of the memories come piling back on me and I lose my breath and the idea that she's really gone becomes so unbearable as to be inconceivable. She is everywhere I turn. She is in my mirrors. I know this isn't healthy, or normal, especially after so ( Read more... )

I read through most of my livejournal and myspace posts last night, and this is what I learned: I never learn. Fine. Also, I've been using myspace recently for my self-involved, self-pitying logorhea (spelling?). So, being drunk and all, I'll spill it out here tonight, where it's less likely other human beings will read it ( Read more... )

One day I'm going to walk right off into the night. And the next morning, I will keep walking into the sunrise. And I will keep walking until my legs give out and I collapse and the last curtain falls. And I will never look over my shoulder once.

I'm physically dwindling, which is nice. My head doesn't work so well sometimes. I'm reigniting my old passion for words. Tissue. Chamber. Cacophony. Distillate purity. Colder frigid shivering stillness. Blood thick and red from self-inflicted wounds, a boon to the flies and the mites who rule night in the forest, the leaves, the trees and ( Read more... )

So, the Gainesville student murders happened about 15 years ago. I just read an account of what happened. As it turns out, I almost rented an apatment at one of the murder sites. As it is, I live about a minute from that place. I have passed one of the other sites almost everyday for as long as I've lived here; it will be demolished before the ( Read more... )

Big news. Big, big news. Are you ready? Are you sitting down? Lionel found a beer he likes. Yuengling Black and Tan. Good taste, pup.

Last night, my car was towed. $80. I hate this town.