My computer has learned how to accommodate my eclectic taste in music. After getting an MP3 player for Christmas (complete with a tape deck adapter so I can listen to it in the car, instead of the same five classic rock songs or NPR news reports), I started putting music onto my computer and the MP3 player from my CD collection, turning my PC into ( Read more... )

Playlist:

Switchblade Symphony
INXS
Depeche Mode
Tears for Fears
The Smashing Pumpkins
Death In Vegas
Prick
Pink Floyd
PJ Harvey
L7
Social Distortion
The Beatles
Deftones

People have always told me they thought I was followed by someone. It seems that everywhere I go, someone is there and reaching out to me. I don't always know who they are or what they want; in fact, it is very seldom the case that I have any idea who the entity might be.

It started at an early age (. . .)

I was a late bloomer when it came to marijuana ("pot" or "weed") and alcohol. I still haven't touched anything else, and I'm almost thirty. When I was in high school, where you're supposed to experiment with drugs, I just wasn't interested. Everyone else was doing it, and I wasn't cool with the idea of being just like everyone else. (read more)

In our society, sex is a hot topic. It's treated as if it's somehow set apart from every day life, something extra, not part of the normal way of things. In actuality, it is part of the norm. Young people separate love and sex for several reasons, none of which are their fault. The blame for this rests very heavily on outside influences. (read ( Read more... )

It seems that every house I've lived in has had some sort of activity going on in it. I've lived in only two places that were not haunted. My dad's house, however, really takes the cake. It's the kind of place you'd see on one of those TV shows about haunted houses. It's a small, unassuming house in a nice neighborhood right off a busy road ( Read more... )

So I realize it's 2:36pm, and I've spent the entire day here. I am addicted to the site. Read my blogs, sign up for the site, rate blogs, post your own, and you know what? YOU GET PAID.

But be careful, it's addicting.

So it happened that we moved to Macon in August. And I went back to work at Dollar Tree, only to quit right before Xmas, so I could spend the holiday in Louisiana with Mary and her family. Then the New Year, and we had a party. Our 1-year anniversary came in Rabun County, GA, and Franklin, NC, with some of Mary's old friends. I visited her high ( Read more... )

I've come to the conclusion that there are only two pages worth reading in The Telegraph (Macon's newspaper, for those of you not in the know on this one): the "opinion" page and "viewpoints." Opinion is the opinions of the editorial staff, and Viewpoints is the section devoted to readers' letters. The rest is just filler, and usually it's ( Read more... )

My spot on the couch feels like autumn every morning. It's a painful, teasing deception, but I like it, makes it easier to get going when I think it's a nice day outside. (Actually, it is nice out today. All cloudy and the air feels like rain is coming ( Read more... )