Tuesday, November 4, 2003
Car People I’m just your average guy. Not much to look at, not much in the whole brains department. I ranked 56th in my high school class of 112. That is pretty much me right there, squatting in the middle of things, trying not to get noticed too much. I had a job after school […]
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Esteban : So what did you do today? Weetabix : I attempted to shop, but the leg is thwarting my shopping joy. I went to my favorite scrapbook store, oestensibly to buy a new black scrapbook for all of those pictures I took out of the sticky photoalbum while I was an invalid, but I […]
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This entry will be gone by tomorrow, but DUDE! I scored 99.5 on this mofo! (It helped that I got the bonus round right… although I think it would have been higher… it didn’t total points for some correct answers because I had spaces after the word… be careful!) Quite obviously, I do not listen […]
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Thursday, October 30, 2003
I simply cannot get over how different my days are without another person in the house. It’s almost like my mind is quieter. I remembered to take the DVDs back to the store. I return my ice packs to the freezer the second they go limp. I bought some lovely Bosc pears and arranged them […]
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Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Where She Went She lived with her husband in a little bungalow that had a front door with two windows on either side, covered in awnings. When she’d come home at night in the semi-gloom of dusk, the house looked as though it had sleepy eyes and a yawning mouth through which she walked. Her […]
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Wednesday, October 29, 2003
I had class last night and was able to shake my apathy, although it’s hard when I’m essentially in an Intro To Fiction class with people who’ve never taken a writing workshop before. We talked about theme last night, something I loathe to discuss. The concept of theme, I feel, is completely attributed to the […]
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Tuesday, October 28, 2003
With Esteban gone, the house stays in this weird sort of stasis. Everything is still where I left it. There are no new little evidences of mini hurricanes in the living room, no detritus left on the counter, no still life titled Cheese Wrappers with Dirty Spoon sitting on the stove. It’s times like this […]
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The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated. The reports of how secretly evil I am? Are not. Esteban has gone to Orlando for another technical event thingy. Something about computers and storage and that’s when it all turned into blah blah blah inside my brain. I should pay attention more, because when people […]
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Tuesday, October 21, 2003
I’m sitting here on a in aisle 31, seat F of a jet plane pointed at Chicago, sitting next to Shawn, who is wearing the cutest boots in all the world. And I don’t even want to let her go because she’s the last link to Journalcon that I have left. And she has convinced […]
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