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 →