Earlier in the summer, I had applied to Roxio for a programming job.
There is snow.
Cripes, this place has a dress code.
5:00 came and went, and nothing incredibly stupid or asinine happened.
Today I helped my friend Sasha move.
Many things happening, many things staying the same.
They say that you either have sex, or think about it.
So here's a question: how do emotional intimacy, physical intimacy, and sex tie together for you?
Last night, I was dreaming that I was making a movie, and I had to do a sex scene.
As it turns out, my friend Paul (of the Dead Zone), his wife Corey, and his brother Mark will all be coming down to KC this weekend, and we're gonna go a-haunting on Saturday night together.
Sex drive is gone.
I was at the computer last night at around 4:00, up from a bout of insomnia.
Modification here. I took the last sentence from the first entry, just to see what might be different.
It is a new year. Time for some changes.
Don't wanna move.
Like the willow, I bend but do not break.
And oh yes-- the delivery date hasn't changed.
The city can be a really cold place when you're alone.
Thinking of going to bed early and reading.
Mostly just cleaning.
I'm still a little suspicious.
When I do finally decide to come down off of the celibacy horse and find a woman, she is going to have the time of her life.
But it is so very worth exploring.
What does it really matter?
They say that the holidays are the worst time for the recently deceased.
Wow. Bleak. It's been a tough year.