Thursday, June 22, 2006

















I got some squares on me. Permanently.


posted by McKain | 1:24 PM


Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Posting this in gratitude of Justin and of it being here at all.
I forgot all about the internet.
And people.


posted by McKain | 4:25 PM


Tuesday, November 04, 2003
What the hell happened here?


posted by McKain | 6:25 PM


Tuesday, September 23, 2003
This site is getting no use, hasn't been, most likely won't be any time soon. It reminds me of my mom looking at me on Christmas, my face uninterested in the present I just opened, barely audible "Thanks" falling flat in the living room. It reminds me of her saying, "Ungrateful," and pulling the box away. It reminds me of how badly I wanted it back as soon as it was in her hands, as soon as she was across the room. It reminds me of how badly I wanted her back, winter smiles of early morning.

Justin, I'm sorry I don't use this as much as I should. If ever it was pulled away, I'd crumble.
Thank you.


posted by McKain | 5:39 PM


Monday, June 30, 2003
Because I am caffinated and my mind is reacting like a dried ring of jelly.
Because once I was told that love was like an allergic swelling (shows up with first contact, is all that can be focused on/thought about, may end in either 1] a violent eruption that affects all surrounding area 2]slow contraction and eventual disappearance or 3]to not end at all, to be a constant beautiful redness, that is comfortably there, given the same respect as temples, knuckles, ankles, noses).
Because I'm so comfortably certain I'm in group three.
Because I don't see colors properly and the halo effect is multiplied in my vision--it flashing like twittering neon, fan blade shadows from white lights gyrating through the primary colors and speeds that cause motion sickness.
Because I love Lauren Davis.
Because I love L. Davis.
Because I love L. D.
Because I love LD.
Because I *heart* LD.


posted by McKain | 2:22 AM


Sunday, June 29, 2003
I remember the snow days, or the ice days, when I went out with a with close friends and the girl I was too intimidated of to speak to normally. I remember sitting on the floor acrss from Lauren, feeling as though I was either staring at her too directly or being too obvious in my nervous glances in other directions. I remember tossing snowballs at her and looking away, scared out my mind that playing like that was the entirely wrong thing to do. I remember when I told her how I felt, typing it all out with my eyes closed because if I called my voice would have failed and if I looked, I'd erase anything I said. I remember "enter" being the most difficult key to press.

And now that love is. And now.

I love Lauren Davis.


posted by McKain | 3:43 AM


Saturday, June 21, 2003
Test results:
Failure.


posted by McKain | 5:47 PM
Testing.


posted by McKain | 5:45 PM

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