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i’m confused about something. everywhere i go now i hear, “bad boys, ooh the bad boys. men! they’ll just break your heart. they’re such heartbreaking heartbreakers! they’ll take advantage of ya! they’ll rob ya blind! they’ll sex ya up and leave ya cryin’!” where?? where are these men? in what area can they be found? [...]
i keep thinking it’s friday. all day with the friday. “thank god i don’t have to work tomorrow!” i kept thinking. and then reality crashes back home and i wish i was dead. this has been the longest week. the longest! taking a vacation is wonderful. until you come back. that’s when you realize no [...]
the boys and i are taking a few days holiday on the oregon coast. the weather is here, wish you were beautiful. we’ve only been here two days and already so far, these things have happened: we visited the tillamook cheese factory where people apparently don’t mind waiting in abnormally long lines for a tiny [...]
so, then, this happened: kaileb: why is matt giving you a check for $450? me: sex. kaileb: ohhhhhhhhhh is that all it takes??? : / he’s been wondering??
as the weather has been so beautiful lately, we decided to walk down to the lake for a bit of fresh air tonight. when we got there, we found this little guy: he’s cute, right? but he was alone. there were no other ducks. he was also very hungry. he kept trying to eat trash [...]
i’ve just realized tonight that i’ve written almost exclusively about the boys lately. kurt vonnegut died last week and i didn’t even note it in passing. things happen. every day. they keep happening and it’s as if i’m in a vacuum where the only substantial things that cross my radar are the fruit of my [...]
Jake made a flash for me. He got a program for his birthday to create loverly uh, creations. Like this one! evoflower.swf It’s pretty basic because he’s just learning the program, but i expect great things outta that boy. how else will i be able to retire early a rich woman? He also got his [...]
1) kaileb just came home from camp. he was hoarse and tired but none the worse for the wear. there were stories of the high rope bridge. “i made it all the way across!” there was a high rock wall. “it was higher than the one this summer. i made it all the way up!” [...]
kaileb, it seems, has found love. or the puppy version of it anyway. what passes for it in the sixth grade. this from the kid who just a few short months ago would literally plug his nose and make a noise that only dogs could hear whenever anyone mentioned the possibility of him having so [...]
my boyfriend is patriotic. not a little bit patriotic, but rabidly patriotic. before he moved in i didn’t have a single flag in or around the house. currently, i have about a dozen flags in and around the house. there’s a big one outside. just blowwwwin’ in the breeze. and to be fair, it’s not [...]

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire























