-2 days now. […]
Month: August 2002
Oh and By the By
“Finally, if Magic Johnson’s Basketball Hall of Fame induction doesn’t include a sequence where presenter Larry Bird comes out wearing a Lakers jersey, gives a heartfelt speech about Magic, finishes, shakes Magic’s hand, steps backward to let Magic bathe in the applause of the crowd, then inexplicably hits Magic over the head with a steel […]
Call Me Pathetic
“Call me what you will…” So I haven’t written anything for like 4 days…ahhhh bite me. Can’t help that I move at a glacial pace. my fault, my problem, not yours. just keep checkin back. dig. so anyhoo, even now, new dilemmas and situations come to light, and I have to find new solutions. any […]
Sumter Sister
I can’t stop thinking about her…every little thing is on my mind, and I don’t know what to do about it…I know its cathartic to write about it, but I fear the consequences of these keystrokes…what if she reads these words and figures, correctly, how turned upside down I am about her, and it turns […]
At the Tone
The time will be…2 days left…or is it one? I am dumber than I think, I think…lots to say, more to write, will do a full breakdown on Friday or damn, maybe Thursday night or something…just when I can get a free moment. peace. Oh, one more super, duper shout out to the GREAT people […]
Soon Enough
A solution is on the horizon. THANK HEAVENS! *smile for me, people* […]
4 Days Left
School starts tomorrow. In the immortal words of e. christi cunningham…”WOOOHOOOO!!!!!”…sarcasm intended. […]
Oh Yeah.
THIS makes me feel better. A little bit. […]
Break Down
I have recently been informed that I don’t write in here nearly enough, that somehow I am shortchanging my fans out there. To this I can reply only like so: Fans? I have fans? Its news to me. My fault. I apologize wholeheartedly. Here is the deal, though, I don’t really have tons of time […]
Counting Down
its a very old saying, but for some reason people seem to forget it. YOU CANNOT SQUEEZE BLOOD FROM A TURNIP. hear, understand, and dig… 10 days to go… […]
Our battered suitcases were piled
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life. -Jack Kerouac The fact was I had the vision…I think everyone has…what we lack is the method. -Jack Kerouac I think all writers write for an audience. There is no such thing as […]
I’m Cool
🙁 oh, and 14 to go. a fortnight. and thats that. […]
Warnings
at the absurd risk of having yet another person read this… word of warning. if you know me, and we are friends or buddies or whatever, do me, yourself, and innocent schoolchildren a favor. STOP READING THIS PAGE. there is a good chance I will come on here and vent and say something really pissy […]
Really
wow, this guy is fuckin’ talented: read it. […]
Woohooo!!!!
Got myself a job…washington law books…yippee!!!!! I start tuesday…love the place, love the people…and thank you again, angela…you get mad love for this… […]