Archive for February, 2004

The Ballad of Pinky and Fonzie

Tuesday, February 10th, 2004

The Ballad of Pinky and Fonzie
There was only room for one in that dream, and so he opened the door and ushered her through. Always the gentleman rebel, always on outs while being in, he gave himself away again and again. He would fold each time, for he was never dealt the hand he needed: marriage.

Of Pearls Cast Before Swine
Richie Cunningham was greatly underappreciated.

Rising Water, Heavy Footfalls

Wednesday, February 4th, 2004

I want to do something self-destructive to escape.
It always seems to make things ultimately worse though, because I never actually escape.
It’s going to take something drastic.

Sunday, February 1st, 2004

I seem to have a need for external validation. I can’t seem to learn to love myself unconditionally. Actually, I’m having trouble loving myself at all. I have this need to always be doing something productive. What am I worth? What have I done today? Nothing. For some reason I have this need to do something epic; I need to make a permanent dent in the world to validate my existence. I need to prove to myself that I am alive.