I lose all. Twilight Topher McCulloch-First Draft Art of the Memoir Nighttime casts the simple in the form of the sublime, upstaging the role of […]
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The best solution to an upset stomach is more food, obviously. Saturday, 12 February 2005 On a train leaving wintery Copenhagen, it becomes my desire […]
I thought it was bad that I lost a glove to Prague and Budapest. I also was really upset that my camera was not working […]
“Friendster blogs are here” sounds like a threat. I was in Budapest this morning, London this afternoon, and I am in Birmingham this evening. Two […]
Blagh from Prague. I feel overwhelemed. I had two nights, one full day, and a morning here. Well, I still have that morning, technically speaking. […]
Last Sunday I was in Edinburgh, last Saturday I was tooling around the Scottish highlands, failing to understand basic capitalization rules (capitolization? nah. capitalism! capitolism. […]
In four minutes, I will be able to transfer my laundry from the washer to the dryer. That one act could change absolutely everything (i.e. […]
http://www.progressiveboink.com/bill/images/marioice/virus.mp3 Please sample that. I know you are dead, but pleaseeeee.
“PEDESTRIAN”- A brief reader’s guide Adam is me, obviously. Jeremy is Mike. Johnathon and Stephen are both Jon (he’s in love with himself, now that […]
When life has got you down, I say, post in deadjournal! Let us hear it for escapism (a good hair day in not looking in […]