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Archive for June, 2006

Personal Note

• Thursday, June 15th, 2006 • No Comments

Eels are playing at the Sunset Junction festival on August 26th. Don’t forget this. $12. The Elected, too.


Target Has Some Good People

• Wednesday, June 14th, 2006 • No Comments

When I went to target to purchase a DS Lite, I took Trista and Greg with me. I had $50 in cash that I got earlier in the day from selling some CDs of mine that I didn’t need anymore along with some DVDs that have been hanging around uselessly as well.

Trista has been wanting [...]


Two Things I Hate

• Tuesday, June 13th, 2006 • 1 Comment

I hate people who say “Question!”

I’ve only met one person who does this in reality, and usually on the internet, and that’s Mike. It doesn’t bug me that much when you do it Mike. It’s mostly the episode of The Office (US) where Dwight keeps doing it.

Seriously. It’s a fucking word, for one, it’s not [...]


Alive

• Saturday, June 10th, 2006 • No Comments

I’m alive. Oftentimes it feels like it’s been much longer than it really has since I wrote something. This is probably due to the rapid fire pace that the drama moves at. It feels like it’s been a week, but in reality it’s probably been two days. I don’t even want to look to make [...]


Ruminations

• Wednesday, June 7th, 2006 • 1 Comment

There is too much history in my bones.

I asked one of my grandchildren, “Where do you think your grandmother came from?”

“The past,” she answered.

Oftentimes I am afraid to go to sleep, for fear that my time will come and I will never wake up. Sometimes I am so tired so early in the day that [...]


March of the Penguins

• Wednesday, June 7th, 2006 • No Comments

Good fucking lord, that was the biggest waste of time in the history of wastes of my time.


And I Thought That You Were God

• Tuesday, June 6th, 2006 • No Comments

Meowra was born in 1973. Her parents collected cats like most people collect dust on the junk in their houses. She tells people this, usually with a sly smile, trying to make it seem like her name isn’t so much a curse as it is a delightful bit of humor that will one day be [...]


This Is About You

• Monday, June 5th, 2006 • No Comments

“The dream always starts with me in a dark room. There’s three doors, but four walls, all painted a glossy black textured like snake skin. I always run my hands across it, and I’m always started by how warm it is. There’s no ceiling, and no lights, though I can make out the sheen of [...]