Between 2005 and 2006 was definitely my golden period. The memories come in waves. I remember my first day back from college, I ran into Carlo, who I graduated with twice, and subsequently joind his crew on LI the following week. I remember becoming close with Liz and her family, especially her immigrant brother (Stavros?) in the aftermath of the ( Read more... )

I am an old soul. This cliche could be my mantra if it weren't so abused. Senior-styled glaucoma has birthed a blindness which lies dormant in me. Current technology consistently passes me by, as if I were evading it purposefully out of fear. Smart phones, social networking sites; I waited a year before joining the myspace craze, and I remember ( Read more... )

I used to write. I used to write entries, I used to make up names. I used to sleep at night before the flying bugs settled deep in my brain ( Read more... )

It doesn't matter. Remember that. Write it down.

I drunkenly text "Is it 2011 yet?" as if it mattered. As if the contention that the close of this shitty year will correct any wrongs actually holds any merit. Fuck the hopeful, and fuck resolutions. What's so new about this year? Nothing has changed. Not a fucking thing.

Short and sweet. Like my

Dear Hope ( Read more... )

my friend jay told me "what you need to do is get some lesbian porna nd play it on the TV while you do her doggie style"
my response:
i laughed
not because it was funny
because that was legitimate advice for a situation in my life.

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Not my words, but hopefully I will edit them someday.

"The divine is God's concern; the human, man's. My concern is neither the divine nor the human, not the true, good, just, free, etc., but solely what is mine, and it is not a general one, but is -- unique, as I am unique. Nothing is more to me than myself." [Max Stirner ( Read more... )

I can always be found ( Read more... )

I'm being rude.*

Something.

*MURDER

I found this entry from 11/18/03. It's a poorly written sentence, which is probably why it was private ( Read more... )