Okay, the live-blogging the trip thing isn't working out. I'm just too worn out at the end of the day to recount everything. So, I'll try to recap as best as I can when I get back.
Thanks for your patience.
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"And I am a writer, writer of fictions / I am the heart that you call home / And I've written pages upon pages / trying to rid you from my bones..." -- "The Engine Driver" by The Decemberists
About Me
- Dave
- A recovering "slacker lit-geek," now trying to make good on all that untapped potential he kept hearing about.
friends who care for me
in beds in little rooms
bones beneath my skin
beneath the dust and love
ain't this position familiar
it's 4:30 a.m. on a tuesday
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- Shamelessly Stolen Post Topic.
- Confession Time: Music Edition
- Eponymous Quotation
- PBB Recommends
- Word of the Day
- Because the wind is high, it blows my mind.
- PBB Recommends
- Holiday Frivolity
- "Yeah, I left with nothin', nothin' but the though...
- Okay, maybe not.
- Greetings from our nation's capitol!
- As if there were any doubt.
- Notes from the Underwhelmed.
- "Just in case, I will leave my things packed."
- Brief political statement.
- Get back, JoJo.
- Because my gosh-darned inimitable Americanism comp...
- For the None-of-the-Aboves: Linky-Dinky!
- For the Ben Fans: "You were not the same after that."
- For the "Losties": (Un)Holy Smoke!
- With your cards to your chest, walking on your toes.
- No stories yet.
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