Me: Wow. I cannot believe how much Winnie the Pooh shit you have. Janine: It’s a hobby. Me: No. Hobbies are like when you collect coins or build model airplanes. This is an unhealthy obsession. Stu: How do you think I feel? I’m gonna be trapped in this apartment for thirty days surrounded by Winnie the Pooh.
A 4th of July checklist for you, the average patriotic American asshole. You know, blow shit up, and paint stuff red white and blue.
<p>The world is filled with ignorant mofos who don't know nothing about finance but assume, because the economy is all over the news, that they understand just what is going on in the market. Too many ignorant people are jumping all over a complex topic mainly because they want to sound smart at parties. And well, I'm so freaking fed up with dumbass speculation that it's a good thing I'm not l
And we’re back (somewhat). I thank you all for being so kind about “No Recess” which should prove to all writers that improvement is always achievable.
<p>I want to get back to my regularly scheduled programming. I miss writing for y'all and now that we got the kinks worked out with the blog (with the exception of complete archives and title which we're working on, and by we I mean Court and his minions) I'm ready to continue doing my thing. Whatever the hell it is. </p>
<p><em>Well this has been fun, hasn't it? I feel y'all know way too much about my early writing at this point. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I felt stupid for posting it. </em></p><p>EPILOGUE</p><p>Mary Strothmire gave birth to a boy named Alan Durbin, who has a fantastic combination of red hair and freckles.</p>
<p>Chapter 21</p><p>"Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death."</p><p> T.S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday</p><p>Sunday, December 31, 1999</p><p> </p><p>Ethan heard a pounding on his sliding glass door. He and Deborah, dressed for a night on the town, rose from the couch.</p>
<p>Chapter 20</p><p>Wednesday, August 10, 1999</p>
<p>Chapter 19</p><p>All truths that are kept silent become poisonous.</p><p> -Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra, 1883-5 </p><p>Tuesday, June 9, 1999</p><p>Jim Phelps awoke to a pounding on his hollow, bedroom door. He wrapped a sheet around his naked body as the door opened.</p>
<p>Chapter 18</p><p>Sunday, June 7, 1999</p><p>Ethan and Deborah awoke to their ten AM wake up call.</p><p>"Uh huh, thanks," said Deborah into the phone.</p><p>"Glad we got a single room," said Ethan. "After all that wild sex, Mrs. Passed the Fuck Out."</p><p>"Hey, it was fun," she said.</p><p>They gathered their stuff quickly.</p>
<p>Chapter 17</p><p>Saturday, June 6, 1999 </p><p> </p><p>Ethan and Deborah walked into the graduation ceremony holding hands. </p>
<p><em>Not for nothing, but here is what the professor wrote after reading this chapter: "Nathan, I find it interesting that you symbolize innocence in this character through vandalism. And it's believable."</em></p><p><em>This chapter was fun.</em></p><p> </p><p>Chapter 16</p><p>"Sometimes the smartest decision is the most ridiculous notion."</p>