party
The (Sweaty) Boy
research
Vail and Jesse
birthday
Yup. I definitely should have written yesterday. Yesterday, everything was clear and ordered in my mind. Even after playing video games. But today? Today, while I have a million things to say, I can’t think clearly enough to do any of them justice. Today, you get the lobotomized me. But Continue Reading
Caitlin
Svetlana
Shannon
a little bit of work… a little bit of fun
Slowly catching up on work. I’ll still be busy through at least the end of the year. And I’ve had two potentially lucrative referrals in the past week, which won’t kick in until after the holidays. And still a dozen jobs on back burners. No… I don’t have a personal Continue Reading
Halloween Party
Halloween Party
How to catch a taxi, influence friends, and pick up a hooker
Juuuuuust when I thought I was out… They draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag me back in. After finally having ripped all my cassette tapes to MP3, Autumn goes and gives me a new stack of tapes. These however, I may be able to finish in 1 or 2 nights. Note to anyone coming to Continue Reading
Jumbo Slice!
Friday Night Out
Practical Chemistry
Women, women, women, and cameras
My friends all suck. Some of them do it very well. I finish up weeks of work on a tedious, mind-numbing project. Every other day, someone was asking me to go do something, or help them with this, or do that for them. But now that I’m free of that Continue Reading
Parties and Pictures, and Pictures of Places
I realized after posting that last entry that I hadn’t said anything about New Year’s Eve. Not that I traversed the timezones and followed it around the world or anything, but still… Went to a party hosted by A, Kier and Aaron. Spent much of the night torturing Kier’s little Continue Reading
Club, club, club
I should be too old for this. But I don’t care. I’m having fun, despite myself. By 10:30 tonight, I was ready to go to bed. But that’s when Kier called to let me know they were headed for the Black Cat. Aaron was celebrating his birthday with a crawl Continue Reading