25 January 2004 - 11:11 a.m. So Iraq had no banned weapons, and we thought they did. Libya, Pakistan and Iran did have banned weapons, and we had no idea. So this is what it feels like to have no credibility. (1) Comments?

21 January 2004 - 7:43 p.m. So, I was nearly killed today. I was driving home today from my parents house. I was travelling South on I-95 about 65MPH, when suddenly the front driver side wheel FLEW OFF the car. The front of the car goes down and SPARKS go flying. I saw the wheel fly off and bounce into the median. Luckily it didn't hit anyone. I wrestled the remaining three wheels and sparking, grinding metal dragging on the ground to a stop and made it over to the side of the road. Did I mention it was rush-hour? Scary. (4) Comments?

21 January 2004 - 3:35 p.m. I got a tetanus shot today. Be nice to me. (1) Comments?

21 January 2004 - 9:32 a.m. http://img1.priceline.com/pcln/media/qt/320x240_lg.mov (0) Comments?

20 January 2004 - 5:14 p.m. Has anyone else noticed that like 50% of the web is down today, or is it just me? (0) Comments?

20 January 2004 - 2:26 p.m. congratulations. you are the "you smell like butt" bunny. your brutally honest and always say whats on your mind. which happy bunny are you? brought to you by Quizilla (1) Comments?

20 January 2004 - 1:19 p.m. Ghosts burn like velvety-black smoke in the dark, shaking soot around themselves as they inhale each other, as they expand like anger. Their cores smolder and creak like charcoaled, ashen driftwood, hidden by the failure of your eyes and terribly revealed by the unavoidable perfection of your ears. They grow into each other. They are all the same. Night buries itself far inside: deep, dispirited and completely unaware of you. It boulders through hardly-there-at-all specks, dispersing them like eddies of dust, sending them spinning away like steam. There is no more malice in this than there is in an old lady sweeping; and there is no more horror in this than there is in an ice-age. The darkness ages, and has aged for longer than ages have been. It aches and loses its way, meandering and expanding, spreading as far as there is space to spread and folds into itself. It has more words for sad than eskimos have words for snow. Now, light is different. Light is small and intense. It knows nothing of curves or being lost. It knows only ahead and behind, and it will bounce off you, or it will pass into you, asking nothing for its sacrifice and leaving nothing behind, except warmth. (0) Comments?

16 January 2004 - 10:32 p.m. How and why does George W. Bush have more power to do whatever he wants than any other president ever has? (2) Comments?