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Reflections

New Years

Good lord. I spent New Years working at the club like a champagne infused chimp. I wonder if I could have been a 3 Olives flavor… It went down quite spectacularly, New Years (not me), I mean. That’s not an understatement- there may as well have been fireworks. The Brit came by the club and…

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Emily for the Holidays

Oh, Trevis. If only I could apolgoize more. When your best friend died, all we could do was hold a moment in time for her. I was so selfish, I didn’t get the gravity of losing a best friend, even one that had been so distant for so long. You lit some candles, and I…

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Yo Yo Yo

I’m going a little bit batty. It’s been five days since the marathon and I want to go running terribly. I’m craving a nice hour of pavement pounding, but unfortunately I could do real damage to myself if I were to actually go out and about. So, I’m just fantasizing about it. Jon Jon sent…

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Winter Blues

I think I may be on Wendy’s cycle. She’s got her PMS-y stuff and as of now, she’s the only girl with whom I spend a large chunk of time. I’m constantly hungry, craving sweets, and bloated… don’t forget moody and oft-sullen. Thats attractive. The lovelorn black hole I’m rockin’ right now is enough to…

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Arthurian Jerk Salad

Up to R Street and over to Wisconsin, I jogged to Georgetown today. Two and a half miles from the lovely confines of my Logan Life, an Einstein Brothers resides. This was my third attempted trek to an Einstein’s, the first resulting in a popped tire for Krista, the second landing Pam and I at…

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I love the smell of spray paint. It harkens back to a younger era of me in the country, bein’ bad. I can always tell when someone’s done a really fresh tag or when they’ve marked up the sidewalks somewhere for maintanence– it throws me back to Colonial Beach before they paved the roads. A…

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Update: Drunkards

Not too much decadence this weekend, kiddies. Flip Orley, the comic hypnotist, has been at the Improv all week. He’s a hoot, he really is, even if he stays on stage longer than Cats ran. Its been okay, though, I worked most of the heavy drinking out of my system on Tuesday. When I said…

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Doesn’t Fatty Pride Month Deserve a Parade?

Mark and I shook out the shag rugs today. On my corner. You have to go outside for an event like that, regardless of where you live, but in the country its much easier. Your back yard distinctly belongs to you and only you, but here in the district my back yard is the neighborhood’s…

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Welcome to the Majors

[setup]I saw this great little movie that a few people have been talking about…[/setup] So, ya, Mark and I made it to the midnight screening of Star Wars on Wednesday night. I wasn’t super duper impressed, but then again I’m not a Star Wars Junkie. Shiny pretty glimmering funshows always hold my interest, and if…

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Walkin’ Talkin’ Robot

Remember that movie with Jude Law and the kid from the Sixth Sense? In it there was this bitchin’ teddy bear that I wanted so badly, and now I think they’re making something like it for real. It may even trump Clocky in the department of cute things I want now. Check out this groovy…

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