Archive for 2002
“Hurry uuup!”
Subject quote citation–Cari, five seconds ago, peering out of her third-floor bedside window to see if Jason, Brandon, and Rob are here yet. God bless that poor woman.
“STOP POKING ME!”
Me, five seconds after that, when she moved from the window to directly behind my chair and expressed her disatisfaction at Jason/Brandon/Rob’s tardiness.
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WHEE fucking HAW
GREAT crew night.
Yeah, so Cari said that, but I’m saying it again anyway. It was that good. The presents went over extremely well (even though Cari’s eyes weren’t quite right and Hannah had absolutely no connection to the angel I gave her). Brandon’s ninja, as it turns out, can actually take a [...]
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And would you like a complimentary chocolate on your pillow?
See homies, it’s goin’ down like this. The alter achellios (aptly named introversy) is gonna be where all the serious shit takes place. Gripes, thoughts, hardcore “blow me, princess” like. If you wanna read, it’s yours for the looking, because no locks are going there. None. What’s mind is mine, [...]
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Lateral transition
For updated adventures, follow along in the new journal: introversy.
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Writing a wrong
Rrr…no time for a proper composition. I hate writing for deadlines.
Phrases like “Seriously, I meant no harm” and “Would you rather I kept quiet about it?” come to mind, but both qualify as cheap shots and easy victories, neither of which I trust or buy into. Which leaves me thirty seconds to say [...]
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(Deep breath…)
Haven’t done this in a very, very long time.
When a person says that he (or she, but since everyone here knows who I’m talking about, I’ll stick to “he”) is rusty at a particular skill or activity, it is rarely meant in a literal sense. We do not rust. We forget, we move [...]
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The Psychedelic Electric Pussycat Swinger’s Club, here in swinging London
Ugh. Tired. Gotta get to bed early tonight.
The mass lot of you will be happy to learn that I’ve been getting more sleep of late. In fact, I shocked one friend quite badly by saying that it was, and I quote, “getting late” just as the clock rounded 10:45pm.
I don’t [...]
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For fear of the negligence rap…
Hey, I’m back at school, life is grand.
But you all knew that. More later.
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For posterity
Seriously, seriously contemplating suicide tonight.
Because when I stop pretending and the hope is finally pounded out of me…
There is absolutely nothing good about my life.
At least I would belong, in hell.
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“I got an F in women’s studies? HOW? I LOVE bitches!”
State College. State mother fucking College. God, what a place.
Rereading old Port entries, while makin’ me a little nostalgic, just makes it that much sweeter for the present. As soon as I get rich (yep, any day now), I am buying the house I write to you from and flying you all [...]
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