cycle of frustration

“I rode my bicycle past your window last night I rollerskated to your door at daylight It almost seems like you're avoiding me I'm okay alone, but you've got something I need I've got a brand new pair of rollerskates You've got a brand new key I think that we should get together and try […]

throbbing brainmeats

The Happy Wall is no more (it was a stupid name anyway). Suprisingly it peeled off into one giant sheet, but I didn't have time to figure out a way to laminate and roll it. I now have a Happy Book that is far easier to hug. And stick on a shelf. The bottom part […]

oh jeeze.

My mother just called asking if she could get rid of my childhood, I mean crappy furniture in the basement. How can I say goodbye to the couch I lost my virginity on? My lite-brite? The blankets my friends gave each other handjobs under while I slept? The dairy queen cone my sister stole on […]

art as life

My digital camera is swell. As is my ability to take pictures with it in awesome lighting circumstances. My ability to paint my ninth grade school picture into the whee hours of the morning is questionable. As is my ability to hold half a bottle of rum + hot cocoa mixed with irish cream. Whatever […]

Harumph.

What rolls down stairs alone or in pairs andRolls over your neighbor’s dog?What’s great for a snack and fits on your back?It’s Blog, Blog, Blog! It’s Blog, Blog, it’s big, it’s heavy, it’s wood.It’s Blog, Blog, it’s better than bad, it’s good!Everyone wants a Blog! You’re gonna love it, Blog!Come on and get your Blog! […]

Thanksgiving on the Internet Radio

Dear Inter-nets and life journal friends (why do I read so much?), Please validate my existence as of late: http://www.d.umn.edu/~aroos/newtest/ http://blog.lib.umn.edu/mwright2/iroots http://www.d.umn.edu/~inteduc/student04-05/ Ungh. I swear I have paintings that are at least more interesting than much of what's posted here. My ability to photograph said paintings is not so hot. Oh, and NaNoWriMo is killing […]

Apparently thirty days means never

For some reason my deadjournal never disappeared. Because of that I will take the time to inform you that my mom gave her two weeks notice at HyVee today. The week after Thanksgiving she will begin working at the busiest Thrifty White in Minnesota. The house will go on the market, and the McCullochs will move […]