And our hands feel empty though they’re full, all the time


Malaise
April 18, 2008, 10:57 pm
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I think my doctor is overtly fond of The Verve, because the drugs she gave me for migraines don’t work. Consequently, I’ve been dying of headache since yesterday.

No matter what happens, I need a car by the 29th. April 29th, this year, is a significant holiday known as “Ben & Jerry’s Free Cone Day”.



I don’t know, musta been the roses
April 15, 2008, 12:29 am
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PHIL LESH IS COMING TO INNSBROOK
FOR $15



Don’t want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon graveyard
April 12, 2008, 10:42 pm
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• My father’s college roommate and my college roommate are getting married within a few months of one another.
• I am in the same house as my brother, talking to him on AIM. I just said something humorous, and he responded with “haahaha”. In reality, he did not laugh. Such insincerity.
• I have a mee-graine and I’ve fed it all sorts of drugs and still it won’t leave me in peace. I ought to resort to all sorts of probably irrelevant holistic approaches, like “color therapy”.
• And a bad case of the hiccups.
• “Country Death Song” reminds me of Hollister.
• Life would currently be better had I not wrecked my car.



Verses out of rhythm, couplets out of rhyme
April 8, 2008, 11:36 pm
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Golly.

I am wearing a Campus Crew shirt. So 2007.

I cited a Gang of Four song in a research paper, today. It was apt, too. This is noteworthy because I was not previously aware that there was a way to cite songs in MLA. But then again, why wouldn’t there be?

Also, I have constructed a bracelet entirely out of size stickers. It is uncomfortable and unaesthetic.

Life has been dismal, but I do not wish to be one who blogs about the dismality of life.



Tom waits for nobody
April 1, 2008, 10:40 pm
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That’s the way the stomach rumbles
That’s the way the bee bumbles
That’s the way the needle pricks
That’s the way the glue sticks
That’s the way the potato mashes
That’s the way the pan flashes
That’s the way the market crashes
That’s the way the whip lashes
That’s the way the teeth knashes
That’s the way the gravy stains
That’s the way the moon wanes