Monthly Archives: March 2003

Please excuse the recent disruption in my entries. The last week has been a bit challenging, and I’m still working it all through. As of last Sunday, all six of the St. Paddy’s Day cameras have been recovered, adding another … Continue reading →

My prayers have been answered. Now I have to accept it. I’d be happier drunk. And I’d like people a lot more. And, maybe, even myself. I’d be happier screwing a porn star, no, wait, two porn stars, tooting yard … Continue reading →

Work. Eat. Drink. Fuck. Sleep. Die. Love-inspired bouts of insomnia have been severe as of late. The recent landmarks along the cathartic path have me looking for something more. Among these many signs and wonders, Renee Zellweger said something in … Continue reading →

(Please excuse that lack of war coverage. I’m sure you can find plenty of that elsewhere.) St. Paddy’s Day was wonderful. Mary and I went over to Sarah and Dean’s for breakfast at 10:00am, and we didn’t call it quits … Continue reading →

As promised, I’ve returned to my biblical studies for the last couple of days. In case you don’t already know, this is nothing new for me. It’s no secret that I just plain do not understand the things of this … Continue reading →

In this world, some days are better than others. I’m getting hungry and thirsty again. I think I’m getting clearer on the source of a recent round of assaults, but it doesn’t appear that there is much a double-minded man … Continue reading →

Last night was another one of Willy’s dog training classes. It was a two-hour seminar of Q and A from all of the current classes. I learned that you shouldn’t put Bitter Apple on a dog’s genitalia. I learned that … Continue reading →

St. Paddy’s Day is the amateur alcoholic’s “good excuse” to get shit-faced drunk — conveniently disguised as a holiday celebration. For bar patrons, only New Year’s Eve rivals this sacred event’s ability to pull the crowds in and ply them … Continue reading →

I think my conversation with Dean and Sara took the wind out of me. We talked about playing softball, and it really looks like the best thing for me to do is to just let the whole thing go. This … Continue reading →

"Mother and Child" by Pat Wickline After breakfast, Mary and I went thrifting yesterday, where I finally scored an old, heavy-duty camera tripod for a paltry $5.99! Oddly enough, I finally got the shutter in my old Olympus OM-2 unjammed … Continue reading →