despite my instincts, i went to dinner in parentland. the whole sister club was there and i hadn’t seen the folks since the big hooha. i figgered that if i put in an appearance i should be good until at least the middle of august. my mom, made spaghetti hotdish for dinner. this involves browning [...]

writing press releases is about as much fun as watching paint dry. sadly, all my fun writing projects are done and/or pending. so now i’m left with the stuff that i don’t like to do. sadly all i want to do is work on homework stuff or read McSweeney’s 11 or take a nap or [...]

in a few weeks sisters #3, #4 and i will be venturing to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum in the fine city of Cleveland. Any ideas on what in the hell else there is to do in cleveland besides the museum?

there’s one more for bonny, Memphis Stories: Gino.
now i am going to call it a night. today was absolutely perfect in its wastefulness. i watched a stunning movie, Sex and Lucia, i read my homework, and i listened to the TTHM sing sing and sing while steaming broccoli, making me happy.
darling ones, i am [...]

We stood outside the Best Western Benchmark, on Union across from the street from the famous Peabody burdened with ill-gotten booty from Graceland and the Elvis Mall. The parking attendant had just whisked away Fergie, the lime-green rental Ford Focus when Sister #4 decided that she really needed a cigarette before we made our way [...]

you can see the iwilldare.com::Blogathon entries if you choose to torture yourself that way. i think tomorrow the rest of them might fall off the front page. i was gonna take them all off, but that involved plug-ins and downloading– neither of which i have the mental acuity for at the moment. also, if you [...]

be careful when reading just that, no more it will steal your heart away and make you cry.

the TTHM called at 1:30 to wake me up, as i had asked. i hung up the phone and promptly went back to sleep. but now, now i am awake and it is good.
i feel all proud and accomplished about everything below. it was a lot more work than i had anticipated, also a lot [...]

Wednesday April 14, 1993
10:25pm getting ready for bed
Well I’ve come to the end of yet another journal, which still finds me alone to manipulate the Grateful Dead, it’s been a strange, lonely trip. Of course I have to end volume 6 of my life on a vaguely hopeful note. Maybe #7 will indeed be lucky [...]

this is not the last post. there are no violins, there are no credits to roll. there is just me, just like started. there is just a very, tired, sleepy, sleepy eyed me, and there are all the books. just me in the books. so it began, so it iwll end.

joots, jake, calli, the wes, wendy, heather, these are the people that i love.
my eyes they would love to close and my poor, poor brain it stopped working sometime around 2.

we have come to the point in the daynightdaymorning time where the song Overkill has taken on incredibly more meaning and significance than it ever, ever should. last week mmj sent me this song but an acoustic version sung by colin hay and it’s amazing. fucking a-mazing. and now, it just means more things than [...]

i posted three paragraphs over at Backwash - Content - Hawaiian Punch in Cocktail Glasses. i only got three done this week. i was too busy watching the TTHM sleep and grinning to myself about the sleeping of his on my couch.
i need to sleep. sleep. sleep. sleep. i need to sleep and have someone [...]

i was just about to have a dream that involved my naked shoulder blades and the TTHM’s mouth.
but then the alarm went off, and here i am. writing more drivel and well, i still don’t know if he finds me the least bit attractive at all.
what i do know, there is ice cream here. ice [...]