For Xack’s information:
Friday, November 17th, 2006I do believe there is one original on tonight’s program, a tiny, folk-inspired nugget called “The Boat.” SO THERE.
I do believe there is one original on tonight’s program, a tiny, folk-inspired nugget called “The Boat.” SO THERE.
I’m writing this because in my desperation to find something to distract myself from the work I should be doing, I’ve run back and forth between here, Livejournal, Vox, and Facebook about 50 times tonight. I’m hoping if I post, maybe other people will feel the need to do the same, and then tomorrow when [...]
I need less school/class and more listening to the Beatles and other assorted goodies I didn’t realize I had on my iPod.
Today is a one-year mark, which is exciting for the obvious reasons and sad for the obvious geography.
Joie and Ashton, Village Coffee in Montgomery (down the street from AUM) next Friday, November 17, 2006, 7:00pm. [...]
For starters, I feel anorexic. What the hell? Random illness which I’ll let the doctor investigate tomorrow has resulted in me losing about 9 or 10 pounds in less than a week. I mean, seriously. The not-eating diet works wonders. EXCEPT I REMEMBER THAT I USED TO ENJOY FOOD. (Bitches.)
There’s really no telling why “bitches” [...]
Ashton, Sir Ryan of Harrison, and I came quite close to dying the death yesterday on a very slippery/puddle-ridden I-65, where we did a complete 180 in the leftmost lane (all during normal Saturday afternoon traffic), then slammed into the barrier (ultimately facing the wrong way). It was… amazing. Hilarious once we realized we were [...]
Joie is smack in the middle of an apparent burnout (a quarter-life crisis, as John Mayer would call it in between contorting his facial muscles to make the most disturbing possible expression while singing). I attribute this to a bunch of different goings-on that have pooled their resources together into one mega Joie-ass-kicking ceremony. It’s kind [...]
The night before last I dreamed that Stephen threw a wicked party in his house. Since I’ve never been to his house, my imagination decided it was this incredibly sweet, multi-story wooden house (almost cabin-like) in the woods. The only problem with this house was that there was this huge hole in the middle of every [...]