Monthly Archives: June 2006

There is a sort of trouble, which I get myself into once I start drinking that is sometimes hard to explain. I’m not sure if it’s because I am basically prone to trouble or because when I see an opportunnity … Continue reading →

I’m at my best friend’s house. Her sisters are here. My sister is here. We’re all going out. I don’t plan to make it back here or anywhere coherently. Before I get too plasterd I would just like to admit … Continue reading →

What I really need is a strong cup of coffee, the desire to wear anything other than pajamas during the day, an entirely new skeleton system and quite possibly the semblance of a regular sleeping schedule.

I am still not so sure it works. Part I Flashing lights morph performances like blinking eyesdisguisingdrapes the stagestillness scene change, detonating lifefrom an intellectual intermission. Ignition interludes– Small adobe hut, portal sheathed humbly weathered rags, inside mother,a hostess dressed … Continue reading →

I loved a man once who had an affair with the comma. It was something I really never understood to begin with because I prefer a good rendezvous with the dash, but I guess that explains the differences between us. … Continue reading →

I’ve only been able to sleep for a half an hour. It’s been one of those nights where I can’t turn my head off. The same thoughts spinning round and round. If I don’t rest soon I’ll gomad.

Weird sex dreams involving no one I should be having sex with ever–that I can also manage to remember when I wake up make me excited about the black, abyss like sleep I have when I blackout from drinking. See … Continue reading →

Erin dared me to post this conversation, which was good enough reason for me. Monikstyle (8:01:14 AM): I asked if you thought sea monsters were real… Like… The krakken… Or 100 foot squid…Monikstyle (8:01:31 AM): And you did not answer… … Continue reading →

For reasons I am still not clear on I woke up at 4 a.m. refreshed as fucking hell and unable to sleep anymore. So I went downstairs and noticed there was a fresh pot of coffee already made and I … Continue reading →

I’m really getting sick of this busted ankle shit. It’s working out well for my haunting the halls all night long though, since I sleep all day now and sometimes emerge to see the sun. I am not really sure … Continue reading →