Archive for September, 2005

Blogs may come and go, but friends stay the same.

Goodbye, Laura. You are missed.
Everyone, go tell someone you love them. It may be just what they needed to hear.

Friday, September 30th, 2005 Uncategorized Comments Off

Visit the Deezil.us Empire

I’m not only on here, you know.
Delta Tau – Alpha Sigma Phi: Just re(rerere)designed the fraternity website. Check it out.
Damon Fortune: A stock car racer from Indiana. I maintain the page, and it’s the next one I have to work on.
Maybe Probably-Not: I write there on occassion. When Laura doesn’t.
LiveJournal: This is where I do quizzes and silly chain-blog things. Nothing exciting.
There are other places too, it’s the challenge of finding me that’s fun.

Saturday, September 17th, 2005 Uncategorized Comments Off

Ylbmin

Strike it, reverse it. Single again, and dealing with it.

Sunday, September 11th, 2005 Uncategorized Comments Off

Leveled Disgust

So, I just went to the restroom.
There was a deuce left in the toilet.
Unflushed.
And there was no toilet paper in the basin.

Thursday, September 8th, 2005 Uncategorized Comments Off

Sometimes, there just aren’t enough rocks.

Things have been stressful, but it’s nothing a beer or seven can’t help with.
Three nights ago, when I decided to hold off on my beer for the next night, I got an interesting call. A call in which no words were exchanged but lots were said. A call which was dictated by the loud recitation of Make Yourself and the rest of one of the greatest CD’s to ever grace a person’s presence. A call which dug to the core of the non-speaking person on the other end.
Two nights ago, the beer could no longer be held off. I was mildly hammered and I called one whom I used to love. We spoke for an hour and 48 minutes. We spoke about our loves. Our dreams. Our downfalls. Our inadequacies. Our fears. Fears. Fear. Fear of failure, of change, of being inadequate, of beeing and feeling and doing. Those things that haunt our dreams and usually tend to hide behind our beers. All the while, another friend decided to experiment with something new and exciting. The results came in, a resounding “Hey Mikey, she likes it!”. Have a wonderful day and keep a towel handy.
One night ago, I drank for the sheer reason of getting drunk. For some reason, I had delusions of grandeur and Papa John’s. ProTip ™: Don’t go for the Chicken Bacon Ranch without a couple of beers. Or at least ask for the tomatoes to be left off. The night ended with a quiet ride back to the institution, a challenge and response from me, and the procurement of sleeping arrangements for some random guest of my beloved RA.
This day, I awoke, garnered my second wind, and took off to carpe the fucking diem. I charged hard into my day of work solitude, and then had to rectify the perpetual clusterfuck that is my departmental office. I guess that’s what we get once our secretary and the temp hired to fill the position are not there. And they leave someone in charge that: a.) freaks out when anything upsets the milk cart, and b.) informs everyone of the wrong thing without knowing the right. After getting the balance back in the force, I took the liberty of being without a boss figure today, and took it easy. I did do work, and it was good work that I did, but I didn’t push myself, because there was nothing to push myself for. After a day of semi-leisure in the office, I departed for home (after being dragged about and thrown off schedule by over an hour). Arrived back at my humble abode, and that’s where I stand.
Many threads running in my head, many beers that have run through my bladder, many ideas that have run through my processor, many chances that have slipped through my fingers. I guess what I want more than anything now is a pair of warm hands upon my back, a warm breath on my chest, and a warm feeling jumping between our hearts.

Friday, September 2nd, 2005 Uncategorized Comments Off

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