No matter what's going on, something stupid always cheers me up.
"And the Compy peed my carpet."
"Did you get a virus?"
"No..."
"Did you get 400,000 viruses?"
"Yes. Very yes."
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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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- A Post Decidedly Not about Music or TV
- As the other side of the pillow...
- Holy Crap, Yes...
- Name-dropping
- The One Where He Doesn't Meet Miss Right
- Brief thoughts while listening to "Live at the New...
- black beauty, i love you so...
- *poof* ...okay, not quite *poof*
- Dismantling an Atomic Album (the "official" review)
- Friday Lunchtime Poetry
- "Oh, you look so beautiful tonight..."
- Prayer Request
- I am Manilow, and I write the songs
- Thoughts for Wednesday
- They promised... (UPDATED)
- Anecdote
- Suggested Reading
- Computer Over. Virus=Very yes.
- Figuring it out
- Something decidedly uncharitable to say... (Upda...
- Manually changing gears...
- Second Assignment
- Today's Assignment
- LateStartWriMo
- "But, if you want to be 'old-school' about it..."
- Incredible
- Important Policy Announcement
- If I keep biting my tongue, it will NEVER stop ble...
- Crass Self-promotion
- Funny--it doesn't *feel* like the end of the world...
- You're the Voter in my life, you're my inspiration...
- Something Refreshingly Apolitical
- Endorsement
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