More fiascos please

life, in a nutshell

"all i did was have some sex, read some man ray and eat some pudding."

scraps (plaigerized) for a former feeling

no one quite prepares you for the fact that a new dog makes you miss the old one.

all signs point to a recovery so painful that many Americans may not realize when it finally arrives.

but I found my lasting family in the art and junk that has sustained me.

ode to eating hamburgers alone

she was so right to make herself cry before work.
and i think that's going to be my life for the next
however long i stay there.

all the parts about broadcast news that were so funny because they were so sad, are now so sad because they're so true.
except for that part about how hard it is to be right all the time.

conquest of the useless

i love autumn because men wear great sweaters

The Internet will solve all of my problems.

Since the internet became a part of my life, I've often felt like the secret of the universe, or of my destiny, or of my happiness, was on the internet. Which sounds sad, but i think the internet has come to symbolize the great beyond. it has a lot of answers; it is impossible to see every inch of the internet; it is constantly expanding. someday i will find the website of my life.