I didn’t type a deadjournal last night because I was tired and emo which is a combination that’s responsible for far too many entries. Now…
Month: February 2004
BUD says: christopher BUD -|- Im topher i always have lyrics from songs as my msn name says: im sorry friend but i must leave…
I came out to my father in an effort to achieve some sort of closure or something. All I got was an e-mail that was…
I sent this first: — Hi, As I'm sure you've noticed, I'm not really great at this whole communication thing. It's also because I don't…
We'll work backwards! I love pictures, they're such so… imagic..er…ly. imagicerly! That's exactly right. To begin! Here we see a lot of fags: (or, if…
I awoke this morning to be reminded of my own vitality in the shower. Bright red drops falling to cover my arms, chest, and the…
I left for the conference feeling hungry ill and I returned from the conference feeling cold, hungry, and ill. Now, “what conference?” you may be…
this weekend there was a gathering of kindred spirits filled too full of ideas that are ahead of their time, causing them to swell up…
and boy are my arms tired. Wait, what? Ergh. It's kinda a representation of my entire college experience. By all accounts, today was a very…
A year ago + a few days = Aberdeen Golden Eagle debate tournament and the Columbia explosion. I’ve said so much crap on deadjournal about…