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Yep, that's just the thing for me, a little music, and an empty outlet, a spot where I can scream and yell and let the air eat up all the empty vibrations echoing out of my throat.
This spot, right here, it's an empty lot, where I stomp in big black boots and crush bottles and shoot trash and rats with BB guns. I shout...
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Holy fuck...
I'm making this entry from my bathroom. I brought the computer in here because I think I might be in for a while. I'm so fucking sick it's rediculous, and I have no idea why. I went out for a bite to eat with the girl and my friend Gerald and on the way to drop him at the train station, I suddenly...
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Owww... I think I hurt my brain with martinis...
Damn, I have a tendency to put my big, dumbass foot in my mouth. Maybe if I didn't talk the way I do on here to everybody around me, I wouldn't have such consistent problems with my friends and aquaintances.
And now, I must go to the bathroom.
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Drunk, drunk, drunk again.
Does it only feel like these people have abandoned me when I've been drinking? Somehow I suspect that's not the case.
I think I've been too optimistic. I think maybe, like so many people that came before me, that I thought I was capable of changing the way things are. And what's more, I think I thought that I could do...
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So, what do we make of the people who dissapear?
This is something that is become of more and more interest to me, the longer I have idle time to spend on the internet. It's so funny, having this big, disembodied place where you can communicate with millions and millions of other disembodied people.
So how do you keep track of someone when they don't...
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Whew. Alright, working on that whole attitude thing. Aren't we all?
Yeah, okay, like I said, little morbid. Little dark. Sometimes it's nice to vent and all, but we must, naturally, get past these things in a way that doesn't suppress them. That's what's so great about places like this. There are so many types of people here from so many walks of life all...
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sophie:

I realized that it's special enough that you can't write it down or explain it out loud, you just have to sign up and get involved in it.

hear hear!

The thing I realized more recently is that a big part of what's so appealing about this place is that it's dedicated to allowing people to expose themselves, personally, in whatever way they want to the most.

isn't that just the most delicious idea?!

yeah, at first i wasn't sure what to make of this place. but after a year and a half, i have made some amazing friends, and i'm so thankful for the venue.

oh, and Deadwood is just an awesome show. do you have HBO, or do you rent the DVD's?

sophie:
hey! i got your e-mail. would you mind replying to my comments with a comment of your own on my page? i like getting comments, and don't worry if it doesn't seem like it responds to my journal entry. i'll know what you're talking about.

you can get to my page by clicking on my picture, and you can leave a comment by clicking on Add a Comment at the bottom.

as for Deadwood and despairing over the fact that you might never make anything half as good, did you see the interview with the Director? it's a bonus feature on one of the DVD's. hot damn, that man is smart!
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Wow, long time no see. This job thing is turning out to be a lot rougher than I thought, not to sound like a... you know... corny fuck. Guess it really is good to be bohemian, for as long as you can afford it.
Anyway, what's new... Nothing, really. It's all pretty much the same. I couldn't get my pills for most of a day,...
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Finally got fucking facebook to work. Whew. What a weird day. When you wake up at two, work all morning, and then sleep almost the whole afternoon, it sorta gets a little confusing once the night rolls around and you have no idea what the hell is going on. Anyway, I guess we'll see if I'm more popular with my classmates than I am with...
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Christ on a crucified cracker, gotta go back to work at three AM. I'm gonna sleep now, and then, maybe, die. Or something.
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Oh man. So. Fucking. Tired.
Got off my shift at 7, gotta be back at three in the morning. When I'm supposed to direct this fucking play is beyond me. I may not even have time to drink, which would be a bigger tragedy than I would care to explain.
Wow. All I can say is wow. I feel a little ill. I've never had...
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Everything is closed down, iced over. The roads are dangerous, but it's nice and warm in here, for the most part.
I realized the other day that I've been on this big, obsessive kick about self-immolation this year. I mean, fire has always held a pretty strong interest for me, well past that stage where little kids are just pyros sorta naturally, but for some...
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Well, I think it's time to write... I'm on the couch, currently, trying to draw on any inspiration I might be able to get... Got a bottle of Seghesio that was on the top 100 this year and I still haven't managed to open it yet, since I said I would save it to split with the girl, but it really feels like it would...
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