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 [...]

guster is good. he can write me a letter or write me a book, even though i’d rather have the TTHM do some such nonsense as that. the hot dogs were hot diggity dog good. but i am drooping again. serious droopage. much droopage. i was gonna work on my short story, but yeah, not [...]

Sunday October 9, 1993
3:27am in bed
It’s so strange to say I’m in bed, when the last time I was in my room it was a different room! So much has happened in the month since I’ve last written, that I can’t even begin to fill everything in. I love working on the newspaper. It is [...]

so we’ve made it to the 3:30 in the A.M. we’re a bit giddy, completely punchdrunk and our eyes are only focusing every 10 minutes or so. we’ve decided to eat hot dogs because are tummy, it is grumbly and we’ll eating large phallic shaped objects at 3:30 on a sunday morning just sounds like [...]

so i layed in the bed and closed my eyes and it was beautiful. i was trapped in this weird awake/dream place where i thought of 348 things to write about in these last remaining hours and then the alarm made this obnoxious noise and i couldn’t find my glasses and i forgot everything. everything! [...]

the journals have begun to bore me again. maybe in a few hours. right now material issue is on the winamp3 and my eyes are on the downlow. we’re gonna call this the 2:30 post and i’m gonna go close my eyes for 10 whole minutes in a row. it’s gonna be alright.

Tuesday July 7, 1992
apprx 11:15 outside my women’s lit room
I can feel the ghosts in this hallway. I spent a lot of time with my back aginst this hard wall last summer. If I concentrate hard enough I can hear Angie whisper her revenge against Max and I can hear the whisk of paper being [...]

Satuday December 28, 1991
9:40 on my couch
Me and Ericka were home for about 10 minutes when James and Michelle came over. Michelle told Ericka that Jill and Bill had gotten into a car accident on Christmas Eve. Bill was killed instantly and Jill was in critical condition at Sacred Heart hospital.
She’s still in a coma. [...]

i’m on diet coke #3 and crack-coated chocolate teddy grahams. i’m pondering if i could pour them in a bowl with some diet coke and if that’d be ok and tasty.

so does the big guy count?