Archive for June, 2003
My weekend began on Thursday night. I only say that because I didn’t work on Friday. So, I lounged. Our phone was hooked up the next day (and I already told you about that) so now we have a land line. It’s been a touchy subject, but I really don’t like [...]
I have a new wallpaper. You can see it here and download it from deviantART.
There’s not much to say right now. I’m going home for the weekend. I didn’t have work today. We have a landline now.
556-0035
I will probably consider this a primary phone for now. If you need to [...]
Manchester Owed Them Money
4 Comments Published by m!les June 26th, 2003 in Writings. Listen to this post.Be careful who you make friends with. If your mouth writes checks that your wallet can’t cash, there will be problems. You might anger the wrong people - people with connections. I’m pretty sure that this is the story behind last night’s unbridled fury.
It stormed like Noah was back. The weather [...]
While My Guitar Gently Waits
8 Comments Published by m!les June 24th, 2003 in Writings. Listen to this post.It’s been two years since tragedy rocked the world. For many people, the horror still lives with them. It follows them through everything they do and everyone they meet and nothing but the most unexpected happiness can unrock their world.
I’m talking about George Harrison’s death. It’s been since December 1st, 2001, that [...]
This is to Dirk, my cousin, a sun beam waiting for the dawn to come
the sun beam seeks its rest
the rays now travel not
they find an earthen cot
and forge a darkened nest
the shadows stretching out
upheave the solar beds
destroy the sleepy heads
and thrash the light about
creatures stir at night
their will is fraught with ill
teeth shine with [...]
The Saddest Song (Buses, EMO, Girls, and Chuck)
8 Comments Published by m!les June 19th, 2003 in Writings. Listen to this post./rant against things I love
If buses ran in this part of the country, I’d be on them. I’d bring a camera and a sketch pad. I’d pick out the freaks (as buses tend to attract them) and I’d sketch them or film them as I say things like, “How could you let yourself [...]