February 2012
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January 2012
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Less drugs, more hugs
My iphone is a poor substitute for my computer. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE my iphone and it has been a lifesaver. But while thinking about this past year and about my aspirations for the future, I realize how little I write nowadays and how much I miss it. But this tiny touch screen is a bitch to write well composed poignant and rambling thoughts of mine. Texting is a challenge enough and...
December 2011
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November 2011
2 posts
October 2011
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September 2011
3 posts
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“Falling” (Feat. Paper Machete) -...
August 2011
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Sometimes there are no words to describe the feelings in between heartache and happiness. The sadness without tears, the sinking without sighs. Somewhere between heartache and happiness is my bed, enveloping my secrets and sorrow and bringing me home.
I hate Nancy Botwin.
I just wanted to share that with someone. I fucking hate Nancy Botwin. Yet, I still watch weeds, but it’s starting to go on my list of shows that piss me off (Curb Your Enthusiasm). Yeah, that’s right I said it. Nancy and Larry should get together and create the world’s most annoying show with the two biggest asshole characters on TV. I’ll admit that Curb is funny and I...
July 2011
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June 2011
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God, I miss summer.
May 2011
6 posts
The only things certain in life...
death, taxes, and Goodfellas on the weekend :)
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April 2011
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“I shall be a cloud, you the moon, and this our tea”
– My Jasmine Green Tea, Numi tea bag. A little dose of serenity in each cup.
Looking through my old writings I found this, written in January 2009:
I wrote in fake refrigerator magnetic poetry, “she said late one day, I can’t make you want us, but will never give up.”
What does that mean? And why did I find it so important that it had to be written down? I’m such a sap. I must have thought it sounded so cool.
Ehh, sleep on it
“Sometimes I fear I might fall because we cannot all be meant to have wings.”
I wrote that over a year ago, and that very feeling is keeping me awake tonight. I wouldn’t say I am afraid of falling, because I’m not. People fall all the time, and I’m very clumsy. I fear the sadness and the guilt that comes with falling. I fear that I will not be able to pick myself...
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March 2011
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“My Great Granddaddy was a pimp… $3,500 for a walking stick, sounds...”
– Scott Disick
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February 2011
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