heh. duran duran.

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If I were a [feminine] gay man... by 38886
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wesley willis. r.i.p.

aww man. now i am sad. i almost got to see him once, but i was sick that night. man...

the life and death of wesley willis

"bump my head!"

do, part one

okay, so my writing has been shite lately, like i'm on brain freeze or something. so, i thought perhaps if i started a new story, it might help a bit. i hope this one sounds okay. if all goes well, i should be able to finish those other pieces i have been working on.

feedback. please.

TITLE: Do [working title]
GENRE: Romance, Angst
KEY MEMBER(S): Jack, for now
SYNOPSIS: After being put out of commission from breaking his finger, it is the eve of the White Stripes first show after the accident. Jack is finding himself lonely in a crowd, questioning his success, and terrified about his first show after his injury. Little does he know there is a bit of light at the end of the tunnel coming around the bend. Her name is Kate.
RATING: PG-13 at the moment
ARCHIVING: Soon it will be on the archive site if all goes well, anywhere else, just ask.
FEEDBACK: Please, please, please…I am still in the throes of writers block, so tell me if it sucks too hard.
MISC: The narrative of the story is Jack. Remember this is fiction, I do not profess to be Jack White or any of his multiple personalities. Also, facts might get a bit toyed with, but that is what makes things fun. Enjoy.

( mystery man )

near midnight ramblings

i don't know why, but tonight on the way home from eating (waffle house, mind you), i was considering the difference in size of northern high schools and southern high schools.

i mean, i look at a place like cass tech in detroit and it looks completely alien compared to the schools around here. in fact, i can't really think of any that are more than one level. well, maybe two levels, but nothing really big. even the school i passed on the way home tonight by my parent's house used to be a community college and now is a high school and it isn't that big. well, its more sprawling i guess.

maybe that is it. we probably have more space down here. i tried to find a pic of my old high school as a compare and contrast sort of thing, but its not on their website. oh well.

the things you think about when you are bored...and tired...

( ...even this says i am tired...sheesh... )