Peace with Texas/I love I-10/It’s good to finally be home(Louisiana is the greatest place I’ve ever been)

So, I’ve made my peace with Texas. I used to be indifferent to Texas, then Texas picked a fight with me. I was like, “Oh now you di’int!” And Texas was all like, “Uh huh, yes I did!” That was two years ago.This trip, the belt in my car engine exploded. I was like, “Texas,

The Tyrant is Dead, His Lady is Free

So, I am back from Germany, and am about to leave for The Houston, but it looks like I may not be staying there for as long as I thought. Sigh… Well, considering my mental state, still warped by continent hopping, this may be for the best. Now, I shall go to the wedding of

In the Aeroplane Over the Sea

Tomorrow, at this time, I shall be. Yes, I am going to Germany for about two weeks, and then I am going to Houston the week after that. I am very excited. This will be my first journey out of North America. I seriously doubt I will do much, if any, posting for the remainder

Day by Day (A discussion on the Passion of the Christ)

The other day I watched the musical “Godspell” for the first time since I was a small child, and it brought back a flood of memories. “Godspell” is a silly movie from 1973 where crazy hippies re-enact the Gospel of Matthew through singing and dancing around New York City. I love that movie. My viewing

The Police Disco Lights

Considering the fact that I am eating Blue Bell Chocolate Sunday Ice Cream on top of a melted Little Debbie Angel Cake (tm, tm), this rant is probably going to have considerably less vitriol than I originally planned. Then again…Well, first I was going to rant about this whole James Dobson vs. Spongebob debate, but

Thank you, dear Blogger.Com

Disregard the “F” entry (“Fudge”). Somehow, Blogger has retrieved my lost post. It is the one with the two poems inside. Enjoy. Also, fear not. A rant is coming, before I leave. And it is a good one. Probably.-Stay Frosty

F

I just wrote the greatest entry ever, which included two poems, and the transfer failed, and the file was deleted. I angry.

It Feels Good To Move Your Mouth

I wrote some crazy poems in junior high, and most of them are missing now. For some reason, I have decided to write a poem in the style I would use in my 8th grade reading class, which was composed of three guys (one being myself, the other two good friends) and TWENTY -FIVE girls.

Newness

New year (I just realized that, today, actually) =s new blog name and format. The other one looked too dark and evile and stuff, so here is the new blog. Don’t worry. I’m still the same jerk with the same dumb rants, so hooray, or something.