When I stopped talking I started noticing things. This was bad because ( Read more... )

I’ve been an updating fiend lately. I guess that’s what happens when you have no drive to do anything but sleep, write, go to work, and get trashed. In any case, this might be a substantial entry (the long ones that Stitz hates to read), because I need to organize my thoughts ( Read more... )

Oh, just fuck off.

Alright, I lied about our party being on the 9-10 of July; Liz is going to see a college and then running off to Pendel Hill. Plans will be made later-ish ( Read more... )

Wow, I'm dazed.

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I find it amusing how curiosity of a person inevitably escalates to infatuation with me. I would be give examples but, uh, I already feel foolish enough ( Read more... )

The shop closing has had a larger impact on me than I thought it would. I mean, dag, I've been having dreams of memories and what could have been; tell me that isn't pathetic? That place was full of people whom I not only loved, but adored, though I never knew any of them as well as I'd wanted. There was always "later" for that, except now there ( Read more... )

You know, I don't think I believe that a positive romantic interaction could ever occur; it just isn't something that exists.  Oh, the angst...god, I'm a fool.

And since I'm feeling lethargic and idiotic, I'm giving you a scant update in garbled English (Newspeak?  Heh.): work-good; habits-not so good; friends-okay; social interactions-even more ( Read more... )

I figure everyone who reads this journal is a friend of sorts, so this is just a sort of general invitation to those who want to show. Liz and I are having this nifty joint birthday type get together on July 9-10. We're going to camp out, play some music, just chill...and everyone should show up at some time during the night, because it would ( Read more... )