what the hell? who wrote all this shit? did i really? this is why i should sell my computer. what a mess!

First wretchings of the season. I was not alone in my plight, but I had enough sense to puke into the garden from the first floor and tell phillup the 6'2 250 puerto rican to get the fuck off with himself and then pretend to be too drunk to continue bantering and bartering over our change. I love my life. Dammit! I'm missing word jazz!

Balls! Can't wait to get back home. Never thought I'd say that, about Saint Louis anyway. Kirkwood is full of rich Bush supporters(last time i checked) but the country (the suburbs) has a certain spaciousness that I'm looking forward to. I'm looking forward to driving a car, high school pep rallies&football games, chilli cookoffs, billiards, acorns ( Read more... )

thirty four hours and 30 minutes, there is a timeline of the war in iraq that extends around the entire circumference of the kitchen into the bathroom highlighted in red pen, three papers completed eighty terms defined midterm taken and i must say that i am one sorry lookin sonofabitch, but i licked it good.

I'm wearing coveralls. You know what coveralls are? They're the greatest thing since wocks. Not wocks, socks, and you know what goes great with socks and coveralls? Whiskey in a glass, and a hearty sex drive.

From now on it's only ok for me to dance if I am alone and in the dark and not drunk, otherwise people will point and laugh- and start referring to me as 'that dancing guy'. Apparently I know more dance moves than I knew I knew... they include spinning moves... I am told. Some sort of social legislation is in order here- a writ to restrain me from ( Read more... )

Had a dream in the form of a commercial for . I was in the commercial, in a commercial looking bathroom, molding nicotine gum- it started out clear and when I re-entered the bathroom it had turned white-overnight. and you were supposed to pull it out a certain way but I was craving and i fucked it up and shoved the whole molded wad into my mouth ( Read more... )

I want to be nineteen for the rest of my life. twenty. fuck this time bullshit. what the hell do these numbers mean anyway? nobody lives long enough for us to be fiddling around with these little birthdays every year. i remember on my fifth birthday, i was expecting five candles, THIS year i get five i remember thinking, but instead mom and dad ( Read more... )

The gas man decided to come when I told him I wouldn't be here, so they resceduled it for next thursday, during my INTRO TO MASS MEDIA class- that I absolutely cannot miss under penalty of failure, field trip to the radio station... so if anyone's up for staying here between 11:30 and 3:30 on thursday to let the gas man in who will most likely not ( Read more... )

um last night- um that party i was at, i remember talking to a blonde chick on the porch stairs thing whatever- and then i remember leaving. parently i told matt, all about how i slept with his gf, but i only slept with her- i was too drunk t o screw- that night and consecutive nights were a blur - but me and k have aggreeed that there was no sex ( Read more... )