nonsense...

Sunday, January 06, 2008

  • Where Are They Now?

    A post, for a new year and for the two people who will still be paying attention...

    I am still in Massachusetts.

    I am single again. I have been for a bit more than a year.

    I have a huge crush on someone. I don't think it will ever be more than that. I really wish it would be more than that.

    I have a new job in a relatively large corporation. I've been at it for about a month and I hate it already.

    I've discovered I really like Tanqueray. That's the kind of thing you usually find out long before you're thirty-six. Better late than never, (I guess.)

    I still have good luck with having the most awesome of people in my life.

    For the longest time, I had no regrets. I have a few now. It's not that bad but I wish I had done some things differently.

    I still don't care what people think unless they're important to me. There are very few who qualify.

    Music still makes me happy. (It has all my life. I don't think I ever said that here.)

    I really don't write anymore. I don't know if I gave up on it or it gave up on me.

    I get nostalgic when I think of Xanga. Then I visit and that goes away.

    See you in a few years,
    James
    Currently Listening
    You Are Free
    By Cat Power
    Shaking Paper
    see related

Friday, June 06, 2003

  • Modern Arithmetic

    It's time we get this show on the road. I really need to get some things done because life is just flying by. Whoosh... there it goes. It's getting under my skin and gnawing at my entrails. (Pretty picture, eh?) The thing of it is, I have (barring unforeseen incident) roughly forty-five more years to live. Yes, that is 50% more years than I have lived through already but it's only 22.58% of the the time I get to spend on earth. Doesn't seem to add up? It does, here's how:

    Someone, at some point, changed the way time works. It originally ran in segments of years that were actual years, three-hundred sixty-five and one quarter days long. The first fifteen that I lived through were truly fifteen years. And then the subtle change came intro play. The next fifteen years didn't elapse in fifteen years, they passed in only seven and a half. That's the same only fifty percent of the time in one hundred percent of the years. Should the pattern continue, the next fifteen years of my life will take an actual elapsed time of only 3.75 years and the fifteen after that, not even a whole two years... I have less than one quarter of my real-time life remaining. Damn this modern math.

Thursday, January 23, 2003

  • I said to my mother, "hey, can I have a million dollars?"

    She continued reading the magazine she was holding and said over the top of it, "when I have it, I'll give it to you."

    "Go get it then," I said with a chuckle.

    She looked at me and with a feigned sigh answered, "I don't have anywhere to get it from."

    I told her, "well, that's just poor planning on your part, now isn't it?"

    Question:
    Is the best way to hurt a masochist... to not hurt them?

Thursday, August 29, 2002

  • Ok kids and cadets. That's it and that's all. I've had enough of the high school bullshit and the rest of it. And seeing that I don't particuarly hold Xanga dear in my heart, it's just time to go. It's been real and it's been fun but it ain't been real fun.

    To those of you who need to get a hold of me... you know where to find me.

    Everyone else...

    Be good. Be happy. Bon soir.

    I'll miss you.

Tuesday, August 13, 2002

  • Well, so far I have been "not pressured," "sort of pressured," "pressured" and "really pressured" to post. Not to mention being poked...

    *pokes you with a stick - pokepoke... poke*
    Posted 8/13/2002 at 4:12 pm by HeatherMarie

    ...and having the "we're all waiting" Final Jeopardy music sung to me...

    dooo dooo dooo doooo dooo dooo doo dooo dooo dooo doood DO dooo dodoo doo dooo (Jeopardy theme -don't ask why.)
    Posted 8/12/2002 at 4:04 pm by fairestc

    So, in an effort to relieve some pressure (I think something may explode soon, like a sewer main or the lyposuction remnant recycling plant or my eye from being repeatedly poked or my eardrums from the constant reverberation of that damn JEOPARDY THEME... oh *ahem* You're all still here, are you? Well... ummm... none of us want that, now do we?) So, without further ado... my newest post...

    Post.

    (Now see kiddies, this is why they're always telling you not to give in to peer pressure... it only leads to bad things... like this entire post. Well there was that one time that they talked me into... oh, *ahem* Still here, huh? *nods* Oooooh-kaaaay. I'm gonna go now. Ok? Ok.)