It is a good time to write something, considering I’m feeling particularly empty right now. There’s a reason for that, which I’ll get to in a moment. My goal here is to churn out a few paragraphs, with each one covering entirely different territory. Just littering a small assortment of thoughts on the table, maybe… Continue reading Assorted
Category: rambling
More than anything, I’m just rambling.
The American Tragedy
I feel like Ernest P. Worrell lately, you know, like in Ernest Goes to Jail, when he has a mass influx of electricity pumped through his body and then all the electricity begins to surge through his body and zap everything he sets his eyes on. Instead of electricity, I’ve had a surge of emotion,… Continue reading The American Tragedy
not hollow, empty
I’ve had terrible success trying to shake my recent habit of late evening naps. I think tonight might have provided the leverage to overcome some of my weakness. It is one thing to wake up from a night’s sleep feeling all tricked out of your mind and paranoid from a bloated dream that touches on… Continue reading not hollow, empty
Anxiet Ease Gold
Last week I had a day where I almost wrote about 4-6 entries and was just going to have them post on a schedule. Almost, as it turns out, is equal to nothing. Despite my shortcomings, I’ve come back and am at least writing one. I’ve wanted to and probably needed to write on this… Continue reading Anxiet Ease Gold
Dice Roll
I’m tired. No rest for the weary, though. That’s what the weather channel told me this weekend. My best friend told me that last weekend. I am buying into it, as much of the stock I can get. I have nothing to say, or maybe lack the energy to say it. I have a few… Continue reading Dice Roll
Letters I Shouldn’t Write
Here I am, in the dark, before the sun steals such solitude away from me, and I’m sitting at my desk writing something I almost wrote last night. I’m listening to that song Millionaire. I played it for you a couple summers ago. That songs always made me feel all the bumps and edges of… Continue reading Letters I Shouldn’t Write
a brief reflection
Ah man, back at it again. It’s been longer than I intended. I was with some classic friends the past weekend and the blog got brought up. I recall at least Biddle half-jokingly saying how an entry is something he has to set out time in his day in order to read. I don’t doubt… Continue reading a brief reflection