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Thoughts from December 14, 1994
I’ve been in a downhill roly-poly spiral as of late. I need some help from above. Yes, I need to paint my ceiling. My theory is it collects dust because of the flaky material from which it is made. (Future note: I’m talking about a popcorn ceiling.) In the words of Bob who works at…
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Thoughts from December 4, 1994
The Diary of Wienie Frank How the funky chicken are ya? One of these days, I’m going to wake up and smell the coffee bean hair balls. Today, I’m looking at my life with a newfound fear. I’m afraid I may be in that well known psychological state known as Laziana (for people from Nebraska,…
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Thoughts from September 3, 1994
Prepare yourself! Brian is not feeling the heights of pleasure or even comfort today. Those who read forth should be convinced of their own contentment and emotional well-being. Life is a big soup and I’m one of the noodles. There is a job opening up at work for a Recreation Assistant. The job pays between…
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Thoughts from August 20, 1994
I don’t pretend to understand life completely, but I pretend to understand it in parts. Jeopardizing my future for the sake of my past – that’s what I’m really doing. I’m confused (as is the reader of this paper). That’s what it truly is all about. I’m waiting for something good to happen and fearing…
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Thoughts from July 31, 1994
In the name of all that is exciting and new, I procured myself a bike. I can’t really say what this means yet (if anything) as I’ve only had the thing for a day now. Hopefully, it will give me a better chance at getting some exercise. I realize I’m going to have to work…
Thoughts from Life 