Oh good lord- roving ramblings for the end of the month
June 29, 2006
We’re all home today. This is a recipe for disaster. As a result, I’m spending as much time upstairs as possible. I also stayed up late to work last night so I could sleep away the morning. This is my natural cycle, so why fight it?
Ding dong the witch is dead, sort of. I’m pleased that a tiny crack has been chinked into the fortress that is Guantanamo.
I’m haunted by the ghost of a seductress from traumatic Fall of ‘94. I don’t know why it was so traumatic. I suppose the stress of junior year, the stress of home, the stress of life in general as more adult responsibilities are put upon you.
What did I do as a result? What was my rebelling release? You know, it wouldn’t be such a big deal if I didn’t end up thinking about it everytime I wandered into entertainment news. I’m just sorry for nice old Jos h Abe ll. He was a good guy. I tried to get in touch with him, but he isn’t available. We stopped talking in summer of 2000. All of the sudden, too. Maybe he was finally letting himself be angry at me for my shennigans against him with another boy back in 1994. (This hybridic guilt will be manifested in more profound prose. It’s three projects down the line.)
That’s it for general stuff. I’m going to do a blog about my books next.
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