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Against all better judgement... [24 Jul 2004|11:41pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]

Well, school is going really well. I'm really serious about trying to become a better writer, so I've decided to post a couple of the things I've written for class. I'm terrified of showing other people my writing, which is the main reason I'm going to do this, but I would also really like some feedback. Please don't be afraid to post what you think, even if it's to say that I'm an r-tard. So here we go.

This first piece is a very short short story. Our assignment was to write a piece using supernatural characters or circumstances, and if possible that has a moral. I don't think mine has a moral; possibly something about perspective, but you can make the call.

The Victim

The mob surrounding me chanted with primal zeal, and Aristotle Nance prayed for my soul. The preacher was a giant of a man; easily over six and a half feet tall with a snowy white moustache and a matching mop of shaggy hair covering his oversized head. He looked the way Mark Twain would look if his skin had been removed and stretched over a new frame, much too large. His suit was white. His shirt was white. His hat and tie were white. Everything down to his albino Alligator skin boots was the same empty hue. His smile disturbed me. It was calculating and presumptuous. I could see the insanity hiding behind it, and I was afraid. And he didn’t just smile at me. It was like he was smiling through me. Its arrogance made it penetrating. His teeth were stark white and perfectly aligned, and his perpetually growing smile was a glowing crescent in a void of leathery, over-exposed skin. I wondered if his smile hadn't been stapled onto his face by God himself.
The floor on which I lay was stone cold and full of cracks and craters from years of industrial use, and the sadistic looking metal door directly in front of me groaned in resistance against the thunderstorm raging outside. Lightening illuminated the greasy windows on the north side of the room coating the mass of hooded strangers with a bright blue glow. The light inside the room was dim at best save for the lightening, and the air smelled of mold and rotten fish and blood – my blood.
I had been undressed save for my boxer shorts, and the silver threaded rope that bound me about my neck, torso, wrists and ankles cut into my pale skin as easily as a scalpel. I had never been tied up before. It was terrifying. Every instinct I had told me to struggle until I was able to free myself, but the more I squirmed, the more it hurt; the more I moved, the more I bled. My body reeled with disgust and my chest burned with bright white pain as I coughed, blood spraying the inside of my mouth. The wide tape sealing my lips shut prevented me from spitting it out, and I was forced to swallow it back down. They had beaten me quite severely. They had beaten me while I lay tied and gagged, and I had never known emotion as strong as the fear and hate that blazed unchecked in my soul like a mid-summer wild fire. I looked at the faces around me, but recognized none, and my bare chest rose and fell with heavy, panicked breaths. The chanting was maddening, and it burned itself into my mind like a brand.
“Ashes to Ashes! Dust to Dust! Kill the boy! You must! You must!
“An eye for an eye! A tooth for a tooth! So sayeth we with provident truth!”
Burns covered my arms and legs, still fresh and pulsing, and I let loose a muffled scream as one of the Preacher’s disciples hammered me with a handful of salt. The pain made me want to twist myself inside out to get away from my own skin. Aristotle Nance raised his hand to the fevered crowd, and they were instantly silent as he began to speak.
“The beast, through stealth and deceit, comes to us in many forms. Look at this boy! He is battered and burned and nearly broken! And we will break him, yet. Do not be fooled, friends, by his youthful form or the warmth of his eyes. Nor be swayed by the burns on his back or the pain in his screams. Evil lives inside this child, be sure.”
Monosyllabic reports of approval and agreement sounded through the crowd, and the Preacher kneeled down to whisper in my ear.
“Sorry it’s gotta be this way, kid,” the Preacher said with a lilt in his voice that could only be taken for amusement. “I mean, we’re all victims, right? And I don’t have time to sift through the flocks and pick out the innocents. The end is quite nigh, and I have much work to do.”
The voice of my twice dead father spoke harshly inside my head, mocking the chanting crowd.
Ashes to Ashes! Dust to Dust! Kill the priest! You must! You must!
The Preacher reached into his deep coat pocket and removed a silver crucifix and a spike of light sanded beech wood. He began chanting in Latin.
An eye for an eye! A tooth for a tooth! It’s you or him, buddy, and that’s God’s honest truth.
I screamed as I rolled away from the Preacher with all the force I could muster, but he placed the silver crucifix flatly and purposefully on my forehead. My world flashed white with searing pain, and I buckled under the weight of his incantations. And his smile was positively Cheshire. He plunged the beech wood spike into my cold, still heart, and I died.

The next piece was from an assignment to write about a dream or some other surreal subject matter. The dream I wrote about was a very short but very memorable dream I had last year when I fell asleep during the 4th or 5th hour of a twin peaks marathon. It's divided into three sections, obviously, and it doesn't really follow any type of standard form. I'm too lazy for that shit. You may like it. You may hate it. Let me know.


What were they talking about?
Jazz and…
Jazz and… vodka? No not jazz and vodka.
Jazz and… weed? Heh! Probably at some point.
Jazz and… something naughty. Definitely something naughty.
Jazz and sex maybe? No no no. Definitely not jazz and sex.
Jazz and… something bad, something twisted, something immoral. Something ungodly.
Jazz and… murder? That was it. Damn.
And something by Poe. He always brings Poe into it.
Deep into that darkness peering
Long I stood there wondering
I can never remember that last bit.
And some Floyd. He simply can’t resist adding some Floyd.

Theory & Distraction

The old lady had come undone, no longer a woman but a mountain cut down by time and rain; a revered and mystic place where the natives did not go. Her gnarled, mahogany shell trembled as she raised her twisted hands to the moon-soaked summer sky, and her voice existed like thunder and lightning, resonant and bright and terrible.
“Chile! Chile! You cayn’t see heaven fo da stars!”
My head spun, and starlight filled my smoky eyes as the sweet, dirty jazz wafted from everywhere seizing my mind like a siren song. It teased my memory, like a new mutation of something that’s only vaguely familiar. But the dead girl under the Willow danced just the same, and I could not bring myself to care.
“Step back, boy!” the old lady bellowed, and she cackled as I paid her no attention. “Step back, boy, and you’ll see!”
The dead girl folded herself to the almost-Clifford-Brown. She bent backwards to the could-be-Bird, and even the dragonflies were captivated, hovering motionless in the boiling air.


“Wake up, dude!” the skeegy hippie hissed into my ear. My body recoiled, startled, and my glasses slipped off of my face and onto my lap. I glared at my roommate standing over me smiling, the bright colors of his Grateful Dead t-shirt burning my sleepy eyes.
“Man, why did you wake me up? I was having the craziest dream,” I yawned.
“A dream?” he asked in his stoned, oh-so-east-coast anti-drawl. “Dude, what IS a dream? What IS reality?”
Oh, Jesus Christ, here we go.
“You know what Poe says?” he asked excitedly.
“What,” I said deliberately enough to be rude, trying not to roll my eyes.
“Everything we see and seem…”
All you touch and all you see…
“Is but a dream within a dream…”
Is all your stupid little life will ever ever be.
I looked at him with obvious contempt and laughed.

So anyway, that's the shit I've been doing. It's not much, but I spent some time on both of those. Please don't hesitate to post and tell me what you think. All comments are welcome. Everyone have a great day!

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My oh my oh my! [02 Jun 2004|08:44am]
[ mood | grateful ]

Reading one of my friend's posts made me a little introspective about the last year of my life. What a fucking wild ride. I went from ok to great to PSYCHOTIC to rock bottom to weathered and back to great. I'm still getting high, but for the RIGHT reasons now. Janejellyroll, I heart you. You, above anyone else who will ever read this, know the darkest depths of my soul and the suffering that we are all capable of creating for ourselves. That might sound depressing, but I think you probably get the cool funny ironic part of it. You my dawg.

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Paycheck Shmaycheck! [02 Jun 2004|04:19am]
[ mood | creative ]

So last night Davenport, Aren and I rented the new movie Paycheck from the local video store. Here's the scoop.

This movie is fucking stupid. Let's go over it together.

Ben Affleck plays a "reverse engineer", which is apparently a quite lucrative job that we can all look forward to in the future. By WORKING BACKWARDS (we never really understood how this theory of research was so ingenius) Affleck's character is able to basically take someone else's technology and make it better. Like most John Woo movies, I guess it's better to just not ask questions, because I'm here to tell you, kids, there are NO fucking answers. Meanwhile, Uma Thurman is a biologist (yeah right) but all you see her doing is messing with some weather machine that makes her lab full of ambient floor fog. Thanks, Mr. Woo. Personally, I've always counted on you to make my movie watching experience as ridiculous as possible. And Aaron Ekhart is just an evil rich guy with his sights set on world domination. I think this entire script came from ACME.

Anyway, so when Affleck works his reverse technilogical mojo, he has to get his memory erased by his plucky side kick, who really serves no other purpose than to be pathetic and sardonic and have stupid one-liners. So Ekhart offers Affleck this job with a huge "paycheck" (catch that subtle allusion there? fuck you john woo) but he'll have to have 3 years of his memory erased. Does he go for it? Of course he does. Affleck's a fucking money whore. Anyway, in the first 15 minutes of the movie you can see where things are gonna go. There's a lot of "oh what's going on? i have no memory of this" and "why are these people chasing me? could part of my memory that's been erased hold some answers?" and all that kind of bullshit. Also, Thurman looks like shit. Her hair is nappy. So there's running and shooting and fighting and solving mysteries that aren't of any real interest anyway. And the end, you ask? Affleck might as well have pulled down his pants and pinched a loaf off on Thurman's head. It would've provided just as much closure. Well done, Mr. Woo. Once again you've brought us a motion picture that's not only assanine, but pointless as well. You got served was better than this piece of shit. So there you have it, kids. Go rent it anyway and see what you think.

If you had to be a sandwich, what kind of sandwich would you be? And what side item would you come with?

Everyone have a great day!

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I've been served! [28 May 2004|04:25am]
[ mood | amused ]

So I know that normally I post tepid lists and stagnant musings, but now I actually have something to say. Everyone, whatever time it is, wherever you are, whatever you're doing, should go rent and watch one of the greatest movies of the new millenium. Yes, friends and associates, I'm talking about You Got Served.

Now before you all jump to the conclusion that I'm a schizophrenic douche-bag, let me explain. I heard about the movie when it was in theaters, and I have to admit it sparked my interest even then because of the positively assanine plot. But then, the geniuses behind South park took hold of the pop culture phenonmenon (and by phenomenon I mean steaming piece of llama shit) and tore it to pieces with a rousing parody on their television show. Now I know it's possible that some of you reading this may not even be aware of this cinematic gem, so let me give you a little background on this intellectually bereft and utterly pointless motion picture.

You Got Served suggests that in the city of Los Angeles, the angst of attractive urban young adults isn't settled with firearms or crack, but by everyone being some kind of freakishly good dancer. Conflicts are resolved not with a drive-by shooting, but with a motherfucking dance contest. No. I'm not shitting you. And these little pussies can fucking dance.

So let's start at the beginning. L and D's "crew" is the best in L.A.! They're positively poised for success. They have the dopest moves, the flyest clothes and a seemingly unstoppable momentum ready to rocket them all into stardom. But most importantly, they have each other and the friendship that can only come from the writers of WB shows. Steve Harvey plays Mr. Rad, the proprieter of the local serving rink where all the crews come together to challenge each other for large sums of money. He seems to act as both a patriarch for the brown people of the community and a spiritual leader for our young heroes. Everyone else in the movie apparently are just freaks of nature that can move their bodies in ways I didn't think was possible. All kidding aside, these kids can fucking dance. If you can sit through the bad dialogue and cheesy 80's training mantages and the cameo by lil kim at the end then it's worth it. It reminds of those break dancing movies from the 80's. The "bad" guys are these "rich white kids" from orange county and the head evil white kid seriously looks like an evil date raping punk. It's fucking awesome. Everyone should go rent it now and be absolutely amazed/disgusted.

If you were a professional break dancer, serving up the pain to other crews on a daily basis, what would your stage name be and how would you "drop it"?

That's all for now. Everyone have a great day!

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Oofpecker! [16 May 2004|03:52am]
[ mood | content ]

So once again, it's been a long time since I've posted anything. So here's what's been going on.

1) I registered to take summer classes at the University of Tennessee at Martin. I'm a little wary of this, but I really want to get back into school and Martin is cheaper and closer than Memphis. And I'll admit, I have a lot of fond memories on that campus from Governor's School. The campus is very pretty, too. Lots of grass. Lots of shade. I have to complete some kind of degree sometime soon or my head will explode. At this point in my life I am surrounded by people who either have a degree and a career or people who have finished their first degree and moving on to another. It makes me feel inadequate, to say the least, and it makes me resent myself for wasting so much time on this already. This is something I have to finish.

2) Davenport has been taking this Greek class in Memphis on Tuesday evenings. I actually got a standing ovation from the class because a couple of weeks ago I tagged along to the class and said the lord's prayer in greek in front them after davenport had taught it to me on the ride down. It was great fun and I think I might sign up to take it when it's offered next spring. The teacher is this old greek orthadox priest named Father Vieron. Classic old priest laughs, if that means anything. Anyway, it sounds fun.

3) The social circle I've been involved with for the past 7 months have all individually decided to leave Ripley. Well tit. Dana is leaving because her boyfriend is an alcoholic and she sees no real future with him. Also, her great dane ate a door. Kim is leaving because her mildly retarded fiance doesn't want to give up his autobody job in Illinois. Aren is leaving because HER fiance got caught with a gun and marajuana on a military base and is going to be court marshalled. Stephanie is leaving because she loves country music and wants to move to nashville with a guy she's had an on again off again relationship with for 10 years during which he was married twice. Stephanie is double retarded. Oh well. They were all fun and cool in their own ways. And I think Davenport is moving to memphis and going to graduate school. So... social activity looks bleak for the coming months.

That's about all there is. I know it might seem boring but I'm pretty content right now. Sometimes the lack of excitement is all the excitement one needs. So... here's the question of the day.

If you had a Butterfinger candy bar and you could share it with one person, living or dead, who would it be and what would they say when they took their first bite?

That's it for now. Everyone have a great day!

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internet good... fire BAAAAAD! [29 Mar 2004|01:15am]
[ mood | creative ]

So I've been without internet access for over 6 months so here is a brief synopsis of what's been going on with me.

I had a psychotic hippie roommate that moved out on me in the middle of the night, causing me to have to give up my apartment in Memphis and move back to Ripley with my folks. This has, in no way, been a bad thing. I've enjoyed getting back in touch with some old friends back here at home, as well as making some crazy awesome new friends. Last semester at school was an extremely productive one despite the craziness of the living situation. I took this semester off, and I've been working for my dad in his real estate office. Everything here at home is... well it's at least stress-free and devoid of drama. Thank God for that. Like I said... brief. Anyway I'm obviously back online now, so let the posting commence. Well maybe. I'm sorry I haven't kept in better (or at all) touch with most of you who might read this, but being out of town makes it a little hard. I hope everyone is doing fanfuckingtastic. I guess that's all I have to say for now, and I'm gonna try to get online and post more often so that the story that is my life can inspire future generations. So to ensure that some sort of dialogue remains intact, I'm going to try to pose a very stupid, yet possibly interesting question at the end of each of my posts. So here we go.

Question of the Day!

If you could fart on any celebrity, who would it be? And why?

Sleep on it, guys. I know it's a little heavy. Everyone have a great day!

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Hmm... [14 Nov 2003|02:41am]
Not much going on. Just letting everyone know that I'm still here and alive and all that shit. Hope everyone is doing well and someone give me a call because I'm bored off my ass. And I hope everyone is doing well and all that shit.
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[19 Oct 2003|11:41pm]
[ mood | drunk ]

Ok for everyone that's interested I'm not dead I'm just really drunk and I haven't had internet for a while so this is the first opportunity I've had to update in a very long time. I'm jobless and fucked up on a regular basis which may be a bad thing but who gives a shit, right? Anyway, things are ok, I guess. Good Lord, so much has been going on. I'm over at Kerry's right now and drunk off my ass. Ok, so I'm still alive and kicking and I want to.... hmm I don't even know what I want to do anymore. I have stories that would make you guys double over in laughter. Beleieve me when I say that my life has become a complete and utter sitcom. Just ask Kerry. She knows what I'm dealing with. You could also ask O'Day. Goddammit I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. Everything is very fucked up and surreeal. I love you all, and I regret the fact that a lot of us are not in contact anymore, but I still wish someone would give me a call. My cell number is 277-6738. Someone give me a call.

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Blah [02 Sep 2003|03:24pm]
[ mood | bored ]

Someone call me on their break... I'm bored as shit.

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Random musings and updates... [31 Aug 2003|10:45am]
[ mood | cheerful ]

Well, once again I wait a couple of weeks or possibly months before posting anything of real depth, and the depth of this will certainly be questionable at best.

Back in school, and it's ok I suppose. My philosophy teacher is insane. My history teacher is lame. And both my art history teachers are so dry I feel like I'm having class in the fucking Sahara. I'll manage. At least I'm not surrounded by a barrage of class A morons calling themselves my classmates. Wait. FUCK!

Ok so school isn't the best this semester, but at least I'm there, and that has to count for something. I feel so out of place at school. Possibly because I'm not dressed like I'm going to the fucking club. What IS that shit? I will admit that the U of M is a seemingly endless supply of very VERY attractive people, but for christ sake I wish they weren't all wearing hot pants and stilettos. When did "dropping it like it's hot" become a viable major field of study?

My horoscope says I need to smile more. Ok.

Don't know what I'm going to do today. The house will probably be empty. Maybe I'll clean. Or, God forbid, study. Fuck that shit, yo. I don't even have books yet. Or a job. Blah I always get by. I'm spending money I don't need to like a pro again already.

I feel very alienated from the people I'm around lately. And when I say lately I mean the past 6 months. I can't find my center anymore. Things are missing that didn't use to matter. Or maybe they always mattered and I just wouldn't admit it. Or maybe I can shut the fuck up and quit bitching and moaning. Yes, definitely something missing. Yeah I finished all my credit hours from the University of the Obvious. Good fucking lord. But anyway yes yes things that didn't use to matter much to me matter a hell of a lot more now and maybe that's because my surroundings have changed or maybe I've changed or maybe both or maybe none or maybe I'm just losing my mind. Ignore all of that.

Finished watching House of 1000 Corpses. Don't even ask. I honestly don't know yet. I'm still letting it sink in.

Ok that's all for now. Everyone have a great day!

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Hey Shawna... [21 Aug 2003|04:57pm]
Josh and I were wondering if you have any role playing handbooks ie d&d or whatever that we might be able to look at. Post and let me know and maybe we can come pick them up or you could come over or whatever because we'd really like to have a gaming night sometime soon. Thanks.

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Did anyone get the name of that train? [09 Aug 2003|01:02pm]
[ mood | cheerful ]




Ok last night the apartment exploded with people in a matter of minutes. One second i'm looking around and it's a nice little gathering (me, josh, brad, keith, amanda, jason, tracy and ward) and the next, as keith put it so eloquently, the front door just starts "vomiting" people into the room. It was fucking spectacular. I think there were seriously about 25+ people here at one point and that's a lot for this apartment. Rock and fucking roll, yo. A very VERY good time was had by all. Well i hope so, anyway. I passed out for a bit.

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Random musings and updates... [05 Aug 2003|12:54pm]
[ mood | content ]

So i haven't posted in a really long time so i just thought i would give everyone a basic rundown of what's going on right now.

1) The new apartment is working out great. Josh and I have gotten in a couple of arguments but that's to be expected when you're around someone so much of the time. Working together and living together might take it's toll but we have different shifts now, so that, at least, gives us time to breathe.

2) Went out with Josh and Kerry to the Fox & Hound on Sunday night. Rumor had it there was a pint night of some sort going on but that turned out to be a fib. Did we stay and get hammered anyway? Yes. Then Kerry had some other plans later in the evening so Josh and I met Brad and Tracy at Billy Hardcock's for some bodacious bowling fun. It was, in fact, SO fun that I could barely stand up to bowl by the end of the night, my gutter balls intermingled with bouts of both euphoria and unconsciousness. I was fucked the fuck up, yo. After bowling Jolynne came over for a bit. Got stoned. Got stonededer. Went to sleep.

3) Having some rather disconcerting bouts of lonliness lately, which is strange since i'm surrounded by people most of the day. Maybe things will get better when school starts and i have something to distract me. My first class is at 8 am and i get off work at midnight. Jesus fucking christ i'm going to die.

4) Made a call to Madison, WI yesterday, and it made me think of Jenna.

5) I may change to an earlier schedule after all. I would hate not getting that extra dollar an hour for working late, but goddamn i have to sleep sometime.

6) Just got off the phone with Kerry. Always makes my day better to talk to her.

7) The people that live in 301 in my apartment building (Donna and Tony of Camy's fame) were evicted in a most heinous fashion this morning. Apparently the police knocked on their door early this morning and told them to vacate the premises immediately and then begin moving their stuff out to the street. Sucks to be them.

8) Ok gonna get ready for work now. Oooohh what to wear.

Everyone have a great day!

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After much deliberation... [19 May 2003|04:42am]
[ mood | blank ]

I've been avoiding this. Well trying to avoid it, at least. I've tried to avoid thinking about it much less posting about it. I've had almost 34 hours to let it sink in and I'm not sure if it's hit me or not. I've never lost anyone close to me, and in all fairness I can't even say that's the case now. We weren't close. Not in a traditional way. But I did feel a connection with her that was more than petty chit chat hey how ya doin bullshit did you change your hair how's your mom friendly aquaintance. I felt lucky for having been able to call her a friend, and now that she's gone I feel emptier. I feel dizzy. I feel, for the moment, completely and absolutely crushed.

I still have a book she let me borrow back in February. The last time I saw her was when she brought it over. I've found myself just picking it up and looking at it. I haven't been able to open it yet. It's the collected works of Dorothy Parker. Too much sickening symbolism to even go into there.

Too much of everything. I don't even know what else to say. She gave me a Sigmud Frued action figure for my birthday. She called me her Mr. Benchley. I adored her in ways I can't even communicate, and this will leave a scar.

But when I think of her, I can't do anything but smile. She'll make a simply miraculous memory.

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Random musings and updates... [15 May 2003|03:57am]
[ mood | amused ]

1) Last night was very strange. Some folks from work came over and we all got a little bit to' up. Confessions were made, as were advances, and it pretty much just resembled some post 8th grade homecoming drunken tool fest in your cousin's basement kind of thing.

2) About 5 minutes after our shift was supposed to start, Shawna still hadn't shown up for work today, so in a morbid frenzy I asked Deanna if something had happened and she told me the whole ordeal. Then when I got in my car to go home I found I had a message asking me to let the people at work know what had happened. Oops. Sorry Shawna. Wish I had been of some use, but I guess everybody got informed and all that shit.

3) I have an ingrown nail or something on my finger and it hurts like fuck. Maybe I can get like workers comp or something since I type for a living.

4) I'm so desperately broke right now and I don't get another pay check for a week. Ass.

5) It's nice having cable again.

6) I got one of the most awesome compliments I've ever gotten last night. It made my millenium.

7) I really do enjoy being me.

8) I'm turning into a major fucking asshole.

Everyone have a great day!

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This probably won't help... [07 May 2003|03:35am]
[ mood | exhausted ]

I'm really sad right now. Brutally sad. I can't put my finger on why though.

I've felt very transparent lately. I've also felt very lonely. Again I can't figure out why. I just feel very out of touch with everyone around me. Maybe it's all the over time. Whatever it is it needs to stop because I am really in a dark place right now.

It seems harder and harder to be myself lately.

I was going to put a bunch of metaphors here but why bother. Metaphors are ass.

I AM sad.

I AM lonely.

I AM desperate for something, but I honestly can't figure out what it is.

Why did I post this. I guess I really am a slave to the process.

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Random musings and updates... [03 Apr 2003|02:19am]
[ mood | drunk ]

1) I'm drunk.

2) Karaoke was fun tonight. Danny and Robert was there. Craig was there. Jason Pulley was there and that was strange until I found out he broke up with Cessna and thinks she's as big as psycho as I do. I sang Wicked Game and I actually think it was pretty good. Robert did a rousing rendition of Time of My Life (by himself) then Come To My Window. It was priceless.

3) Work was insanely frustrating today. Some bastard little kids have gotten ahold of the trs relay number and use to prank call people. They can't really SAY anything to them since we automatically hang up if there's no tty user, but obviously they can just keep calling someone over and over until midnight. The frustrating part, of course, is that we have to make the calls for them and can't do anything about it.

4) Been watching some more Twin Peaks. What a great show.

5) When I sang Wicked Game tonight 2 different girls told me they loved me. I guess it IS the song.

6) I got invited to go out with some people from work on Friday night. Too bad I don't get off till 10 pm. I still may go.

7) I bought some groceries tonight. Mmmmm groceries....

8) I'm down to 2 packs of cigarettes. Hope I can quit.

9) No I don't.

10) Fart.

That's all for now. Everyone have a great day!

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Random musings and updates... [01 Apr 2003|01:48am]
[ mood | bored ]

1) Came home from work to find the house empty. Was nice to have the apartment to myself for a night.

2) The job is still going fine. I got asked by a girl at work today about my sexual orientation. I was a bit taken, not because I was offended, but because I had never been asked that question before.

3) I watched the movie Full Frontal tonight. It's a Soderberg picture so I thought it would be good, and I was right. I reccomend it highly.

4) A new friend of mine from work has literally disappeared. Seriously noone knows what's happened to him. He was supposed to meet Jolynne, Mary, Brian and I at Tracks on saturday evening but never showed up. He was right behind Jolynne on Poplar until about East Parkway when she looked back and noticed he was gone. He hasn't answered his cell phone all weekend according to Jolynne, and we both saw that he was a no call no show for work today. Strange.

5) My bed broke on Saturday night so I've been sleeping on the fold out sofa sleeper in my room. I actually kind of like it.

6) Earlier when I said I had the house to myself, that wasn't entirely true. Brad kept popping in and out from next door to use the toilet.

Well I can't think of anything else to write so I guess that's it. Everyone have a great day!

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The usual... [25 Mar 2003|01:01am]
1) Work is still going fine. I am getting to bid on a new shift so hopefully next week I will start working nights I hope hope hope.

2) This weekend was fun. I got to hang out with some folks I hadn't seen in a while.

3) I bought new shoes and a new watch.

4) This morning I had the shits.

5) I took some medicine and they went away.

6) Brad made Tamale Pie last night and it was really good.

7) I hope everyone is planning on karaoke on wednsday night, because I really want to go.

8) I drank 10 liters of water today.

9) I have nothing else to say.

10) This is the end of this post.

Everyone have a great day!
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Brutally honest musings yet still boring bullshit that noone wants to read... [19 Mar 2003|08:51pm]
[ mood | amused ]

1) Work is going fine. And by fine I mean mind-numbing. What a goddamn easy fucking job.

2) I'm mad that I get to see less of Kerry than Keith does.

3) Actually I'm just mad that I don't have a private life of my own.

4) My head hurts on a constant basis it seems.

5) My vision is still blurry.

6) The idea of actually having a brain tumor is both funny and romantic.

7) I feel transparent lately.

8) I'm making new friends at work.

9) I miss seeing Shawna as much as I did the last few weeks.

10) War scares me.

11) I guess I'm going to try to quit smoking since I can't get free cigarettes anymore.

12) I tried to jerk off last night but couldn't get it up. One less thing to worry about.

13) I'm lonely.

14) But I enjoy feeling sorry for myself sometimes.

15) I shat blood today.

16) I think self-examination is really gay sometimes.

17) I love myself so goddamn much.

Everyone have a great day!

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