Archive for December, 2004

when LOL won’t do

Tuesday, December 14th, 2004

to express a range of emotions, you’ll need some others.

this is one that is close to my heart:


(don’t cry out loud)

i hope it catches on.

Bad Hair Year

Tuesday, December 14th, 2004
have you ever found an old shirt in your closet and you were shocked to remember that you used to wear it out in public?
the tackiest shirt you’ve ever seen. and it belongs to you.
it’s a miserable moment, realizing that you looked foolish in front of others.

imagine how i felt when i found this picture and realized that two years ago, my hair looked like this EVERY DAY…

where the hell was my intervention? my “friends” didn’t say anything…

Holiday Message

Tuesday, December 14th, 2004

it makes for an ugly shirt. but the message has never been more true than at this, the merriest time of year.

The King

Tuesday, December 14th, 2004

I BELIEVE: Elvis is alive, but unable to collect royalties from his music.

Therefore, he is forced to earn a living as an Elvis impersonator in Vegas…

talking in song

Tuesday, December 14th, 2004
although i can’t carry a tune, i do find the idea of being a singer very appealing.
i’m not sure if it’s really the singing part that i’m attracted to, though.
i think i just want to talk to people for 3 minutes at a time. saying one thing a bunch of times real fast, then saying something slow four slightly different ways. it would be great. i would never be at a loss for words again.

Regarding A.B.

Tuesday, December 14th, 2004

You gave me the tree

Then tried to make it die.

Now that you’re gone

It’s doing fine.


Sunday, December 12th, 2004









alright, enough. i could do this all day…

Sunday, December 12th, 2004
The frustration is enormous
When you finally realize that
The only things you can control
Have insignificant outcomes.


Sunday, December 12th, 2004

My neighbors casually observe

As they sip coffee on their balconies

They know which one

I really care about.

But not all the parties

are aware…

Of course the girls

Don’t know.

Each thinks

she is the only one.

But this deception

is wearing me down.

Every day I get more nervous

Each encounter increases my paranoia

A knot is tightening in the core of my morality.

I feel as though my body language screams-

Confessing to one about the other.

But apparently, I’m faking it alright…


Sunday, December 12th, 2004

i’ve never been good at it. but based on a show of hands, i realized that if anyone was going to give me a promotion, it was gonna have to be me…