Archive for June, 2000

Trigger Pullers

30.06.2000 – Friday Morning What is love? Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me no more… Haddaway – What is Love The definitions just keep mounting up. Stick this in your pocket. It’s making the allies the enemy, treating your own with the same cold, hard disdain with which you treat others. It is taking […]


24.06.2000 – Saturday Morning Every new beginning Is some other beginning’s end Closing Time Let’s all say it together now, “Bad To Worse, Bad To Worse”! I am not sure what happened on the couch in the solarium this morning at 7:30, all I know for sure is that I am suddenly single. I feel […]


22.06.2000 – Thursday Very Late Four O’Clock in the morning And still they cannot sleep. Turning over, turning ’round Twisting in their sweat. They say there is no rest for the wicked ones, Dear God what have we done? New Model Army, No Rest For The Wicked Tragedy or comedy? It’s a thin line…. I […]


19.06.2000 – Monday Evening And Sometimes Without Knowing You Show Me The Truth Within Myself Simon Kay, Sometimes The truth about cats and dogs…. It’s an odd little creek up which we lodge ourselves with no sign of paddles nor rescue in sight. Never seemingly happy enough to allow ourselves to admit fully that we […]


11.06.2000 – Sunday Morning Arbitrator \ar’-bi-tray-ter\: A cook that leaves Arby’s to work at McDonald’s. It’s 7:30. I’ve been up for a while, planning the few moves and cabling runs to finish today and wondering about the sense of emptiness I will surely feel after today has the official stamp of “DONE” branded upon it. […]

June 2000

June 2000. June 8. All I can really do is laugh I suppose. That was a pathetic attempt to recommit myself to my journal and I realized recently that the reason that I am not writing here apart form the obvious lack of time is the lack of tragedy and heartache. Glad as I am […]