, because i have finished the story. i finished it a few days ago to be honest, but i haven’t wanted to accept that fact until tonight. i was thinking of more to put in it, i can’t. and, again, those that have heard it like it how it is. soon you too can read…

to the arms of my book and paper. i am going to neglect my computer for a while and focus on that story i started. i am only partly into it, and the two people who’ve heard it like it. when i am all done, i will hire a monkey for six and a half…

it’s a starbucks and a barnes and noble, so i get coffee and books to help me when i sit on breaks. most be can’t bare the thought of spending more than the days they are scheduled to work at work. i have found myself there on my days off. i can sit and read…

i’ve started a story. it’s not going to be long. it might be too dark for publishing, we’ll see what happens. i might have a bunch of short stories that i have put here to surround it and make it look longer. we’ll see who likes my writing. i offered to make out with someone…

the three of us grabbed a log and rotated it so we could watch the sun touch the pacific. dave found a stick to pack his pipe, he looked like an old man. dave was almost a punk, he didn’t like the music, but he liked the scene. the attitude. he swore off any movie…

i’ve never had an issue with crying. no problems with people knowing that i feel. sometimes i recognize that in order for me to feel better, i need to cry. after a week or just a few days that have been very crappy, i need to release something, and it comes out as tears. problem:…

as i was driving up to seattle i noticed a few snowflakes here and there. as i got closer to the city it started piling up along the roadside, my fears of not getting through started to be realized. before i left i heard stories of half a foot of snow on the road, traffic…

i read an interview with damien jurado recently where he talked about going more folk, more acoustic. yet saturday i saw him in seattle and it was rock, electric. it was great, he played about 7 or 8 songs i knew, including, as requested from the back a sex pistols song. yes, damien played anarchy…

i don’t know why i haven’t been able to write much. it’s been since wednesday since i’ve had anything to say, and even then it wasn’t too substantial. what made me not have anything? what took away my desire to spill all my days to you, the anonymous reader? i can sum it up in…

i want out of this city. next weekend will be a nice change for me, one that i’ve been needing for some time. i haven’t had anything to inspire me, i thought it was lack of reading, but i read and read and that didn’t help. the way i figure it, when i leave town…