On Saturday afternoon, my father and I spent about two hours picking up trash on either side of a quarter-mile stretch of 163 where it

Alrighty, so I’m feeling inspired tonight, but not so much in a way that I’m going to write much myself. Rather, I’m just coming across

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air. -Franz Kafka Sometimes what

The job is doneReally suckedPaycheck is tinyBurn in hell, Mitek Finished working at the factory today. I am never going back. I got my paycheck

And God said, “Let there be Tylenol PM.” And the working masses rejoiced and slept and saw that it was good. And God saw that

I’m going to bed in about a half hour, but for now I’m working on this weblog entry and a little ol’ persuasive essay. An

Will you be my Valentine? *sad puppy face* Historical note: the original post had the comment, “Who was the luckiest girl who could be your

So my parents relented (a little bit) and are now willing to discuss my possibly going to Chicago. So maybe all hope isn’t lost on

I like peanut butter.

So once again, the instant I come up with a completely reasonable way to get out of MO and to some place with an actual