somehow reading 4 books right now. this is the sort of thing that happens to me on accident. i love accidents. my life is more and more becoming divided into "reading a joyce carol oates novel" and "waiting to read a joyce carol oates novel."
my daily life is guided by some deep spiritual principles and whether or not the red wings are playing today.
I like to talk/ and when the sun is out/ I've got something I can talk about. I mean it. I'm super verbose and stuff.
i think that sick is funny, but mean isn't.
i used to think that i was deep and original and cutting edge, but have resigned myself to understanding that i have deep, original, edgy friends whose coattails i ride to thre