Monthly Archives: January 2010

Prez speaks, anyone listen?

Dear Internet, Did you watch last night? Probably not. I didn’t. I DVR’d it. Just in case. My friend Hannah mentioned she was looking for a place to read the txt of the speech, as she was busy doing something. … Continue reading

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I talk about video games and stuff in this one.

Even when i was younger, thinner, more athletic I never really dug running. In fact, one time, when I was student at St. Charles middle school I was told I ran like a horse. At first I thought that it … Continue reading

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Raccoon Boogaloo, Part 1.

Ever seen a raccoon? I have. Probably 20 times in the last 30 days. Yeah, be impressed. Because it’s impressive. I know. It started about , well, 30 days ago. I was loading the washing machine up with my clothes, … Continue reading

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Sunday Morning, Coming Down

The fog was extremely thick outside this morning as I woke up. Bear was laying next to me on the floor. I had passed out on the couch. Twenty beers will do that to you. But it was Saturday night, … Continue reading

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Thursday Night 1-14-10

The sweet irony of it all, really, is that he held that lottery ticket in his hands for 37 minutes before he sloached down on his chair and died. He had worked 33 years at a job he hated. A … Continue reading

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A new chapter, sort of.

I love to write. Not a lot of people knew that about me, growing up. I have literally dozens and dozens of notebooks from my childhood. Some books I’ve never opened after finishing the last chapter – some I still … Continue reading

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drink of her

Arm asleep, covers up neck deep, i look at the clock, need a drink of her her tummy rumbles, we didn’t eat got lost in ourselves i need another drink of her she jabbers in her sleep, i hold my … Continue reading

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the new year

the fresh white winter snow that lived here yesterday is gone now dirty paw prints mark the ground like small slaps to an already beaten earth frozen like the rest of us it continues to spin like the rest of … Continue reading

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