Caulimovirus | April 28, 2005
Or “I’m Going To Film This” .: A while back I wrote a story set in college. I didn’t finish it. I had a bad beginning and a great ending, with nothing in between to connect the two. Distraught, I gave up and filed it under my “failed writings” folder, that is until recently. I […]
Caulimovirus | April 3, 2005
Or “Had I Fallen Asleep, This Post Never Would Have Existed” .: Thanks to daylight savings time, I couldn’t sleep tonight. It was 11:55 when it should’ve been 10:55. I hadn’t eaten anything save for an early lunch and a box of Milk Duds, so I decided to get out of bed and go to […]
Caulimovirus | April 1, 2005
Or “Robert Rodriguez Must Really Hate Male Genitalia” .: I just got punched in the stomach today. And when I say that, what I really mean is that I just watched Sin City. The difference is . . . well, it’s hard to describe. One involves a clenched fist and my lower abdomen; the other […]
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