March 2005 Archives

pad. digs. casa. chez. house. home.

Welcome to Lincolnia.

I am broadcasting tonight to the entire world from my little physical niche, my little acre, my swath of land. I will be broadcasting here for quite some time.

What new and interesting perspectives will come my way? What effect will this have on twisted ole me? Stay tuned to find out.

This is my first night in my first house.

Too bad I'm too pooped to write anything else.

As the previous owner has now changed plans and is not flying out of here until Thursday...I sit in this empty apartment and type.

My comp stuff remains, as does a mattress and an alarm clock. That's all that's left here. Oh, and of course, there's me.

However, all the rest of my stuff is awaiting my arrival at my new location.

This shall be a long four.five days.

You, gentle reader, should be thankful. Now the obligatory bragging and 1000 house pics post shall be delayed. Don't worry, you're gonna get yours.

/end PE references

i don't have no stinking choir. i'm a one-man band. but i don't sing. i'll never sing. i have the most amazing voice, but you will not hear it because I do not sing. you've heard all my favorite songs, anyway, and you don't like them. what would be the point? after all, you've your own song, don't you? i've heard you humming it.

the problem with choirs is that everyone has to sing the same fucking song.