March 31st, 2005.
The time is slipping swiftly, and inevitably, as the days pass by, more and more of you complain about the lack of Journal entries. The ilyAIMY Journal seems to be
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
The time is slipping swiftly, and inevitably, as the days pass by, more and more of you complain about the lack of Journal entries. The ilyAIMY Journal seems to be
Last night was a rough night. We played the College Perk, perhaps for the last time… that’s not a jibe at the Perk, that’s just an acknowledgement that they’re building
Well, I’m not really sure what happened to the text that had been here before. It wandered off and got a drink, perhaps. Vanished into the dark depths of silicon
Outside there’s the gentle patter of unidentified precipitation. It’s supposed to snow, but it looks like rain, but it has a solid sound when it strikes the earth. It’s cold
So, Tuesday night we played the College Perk, and had a grand ole time, and then to punish ourselves for having such a good time, we vowed to play a
So many non-entries for soo long. Hell, it’s been Christmas. What a funny sentance that is. Many adventures. Most of Christmas/Hannukah was spent with Heather’s family, extended and otherwise (sorry
So – one of the dangers of going back and moving the Journal is the finding of orphans – e.g. these are all photographs dated from December 5th, 2004 (probably
Election Day has come and gone, but what a misnomer. I wonder if Election Day will ever again mean “the day on which you fucking KNOW who the new president
I’ve got to admit, I’m on my last legs. October has simply been SO intense, and I’m ready for a couple of days without having to BE anywhere, without having to
Rob and I were coming home from an open mic last night. I was thinking about, not the night’s performance, but about how I carry myself in general. I have