ihavebeenfloated

Thursday night I got drunk at Rookie’s with everyone. That was fun.

I don’t remember what I did Friday night. I think I sat around. Mike, Juan, and Verne came over and hung out for a bit. I left for Escondido around 5:30 in the morning. I got there at seven.

I don’t really feel like writing [...]

I’ve been writing small bits of fiction in my comments on people’s Myspace. It mostly started as joke I was playing on Juan and they weren’t serious until I wrote a shoddy little on on Greg’s Myspace and I decided that I should do it more often. I’m posing the very few I’ve written here [...]

(Jeff Lindsay) I heard that the second Dexter novel was better than the first and in some ways Dearly Devoted Dexter is better than Darkly Dreaming Dexter, but in others, not so much. A lot of the things that happen in Dexter’s “fake life” in this book are amazing and made me put the book [...]

When we were driving down Whittier Blvd last night, on our way to a bar, out of the corner of my eye I saw a spider dangling on a thread of web right in front of my face, and slowly lowering itself down toward my body, swaying with each movement of the car.

I damn near [...]

I sent this in reply to someone on OKCupid. I thought it was so long I should publish it somewhere else. So, here it is.

Man, my Saturday night was busted. You’d think the fact that I am up and writing at 6:12 in the morning would be a sign that my Saturday night went well, [...]

Being intoxicated sucks for me. I just can’t do it. I’m talkative and fine when I’m not, but if I have a beer or some weed or something, that’s it, Brad is gone. It’s kinda lame, and it’s not just that I don’t like the feeling, but all the sharpness and the wit that I [...]

(Jeff Lindsay) Great book, great mood. The new show on Showtime captures the mood of it perfectly.

FYI, I’m going to just start blogging the books I read, not with huge reviews because I can’t review books well at all, but just with small lines about them so I can remember what I’ve read before.

I love the sound of women running. The clickity, clickity, clickity of their heels on pavement. Music to my psyche. The chase, exhilerating.

Brown hair, bouncing across her shoulders. Back and forth, back and forth, so many individual strands all acting as one, waving to me, beckoning.

She’s got a good lead on me, but I can [...]