So it’s Christmas eve. And life… is good? I guess it goes like Carter put it: it’s odd to be back in Cheyenne. Cheyenne truely is timeless, which is to say unchanging, stagnant, dead. And I feel myself sliding back into “Cheyenne life.” So it’s Chistmas eve, and I still have shopping to do. It’s […]
So I guess I post less with slow internet. Dial-up: a perfect hell. I want to go to bed now, so I’ll just paste a portion of an email I wrote earlier tonight in lieu of some real substance: Somehow even at my most sober I guess I could say that I feel half-intoxicated– so […]
The tickets for the Goo Goo Dolls show are sold out. Sure, there was nothing on the website to indicate they were, and it was only half-way through the purchase process that they bothered to mention it, but why should I be mad at them for getting my hopes up so high? “Show me the […]
Ug. It’s late. And I need to be up early. But that’s ok, because I’m going to the Goo Goo Dolls show in San Diego w/ Sqeak and Mark Schadd. More details to follow. This is completely stupid, and I’m just terribly excited for it!
I’m home, and scared to death of the next three weeks. I’m scared of the isolationism, the hopelessness, the memories… I’ll make it: sure, I’ll make it. What else can I do. There’s a Goo Goo Dolls concert in San Diego on New Year’s Eve. I might go. I can’t even describe how I feel. […]