September 2004
lights out, motherfucker!
all of rider lost power for a few hours tonight. it felt like christmas eve. everyone didn’t give a fuck. people were running around like tomorrow was the end of the world. if it is, then tonight was definitely good times.
in the middle of all the mayhem, mikey and i snuck away to wawa and talked about the new mob deep with the night-shift cashier.
white skies and french fries.
after i left robyne’s saturday night, i realized that i am really lonely. lonely enough to want a girlfriend again. this is not good. i got back to the house and didn’t go to bed until 6am sunday morning. i’m not sure why though. at the time, i might’ve been mad. i might’ve been lonely. i might’ve been not tired. maybe, i...
bruce.
you heard me right. fish. as of today, i have a new pet goldfish courtesy of the wonderful ms. finnerty & the rider swim team. his name is bruce and he is the man. rather, the fish. he’s got a skull in his bowl. along with some pretty pimp rocks to impress the lady fishes. i suppose this is my first pet since sarah died. i used to have several fish when i was younger and they...
big city thoughts in the dirty breeze.
the ali g show is great television. football is back. my new pillows suck. i finally have a garbage can and shower sandals.
this was inside my fortune cookie yesterday: you will be advanced socially, without any special effort.
lucky numbers 2, 14, 17, 27, 28, 34
1st pub night of the year.
and i have a blister on my left pinky toe. great.
like a bullet through a flock of doves...i hope...
just like my clock radio and answering machine, my life sort of re-set itself automatically. usually, i’d have to fix these things right after they lost power. however, i tried something different, and not entirely on purpose. i just let it be. eventually, the ship righted itself. the clocks stopped blinking. albeit, they displayed the wrong time. though, time is just another...