i ate food.
i don't even like thanksgiving dinner.
or orange jumpsuits and other things of such variety.
with broken hearts we all retreat back to the ways we know.
from imperfect to perfect and back again.

one two three four five six
one hundred.

sometimes cushions are needed for hard blows.
sometimes friends need to be liars.
after all.
the world is full of realities.
friends are the escapism from the world.

blurred vision is all i had.
in other words,
last night was like every night of my life.
blurred vision and sleeping on misplaced sheets.

the point is simply that sometimes, you just have to accept the fact that we weren't meant to walk into the dark and that's why no one will follow you there.

people weren't meant to be lovers is the lesson of november: past, present, and future.

i will be in nashville sunday nov. 13 ( Read more... )

twenty-five years he's worked at the paper ( Read more... )

so who's going to watch you die?

seriously.
myspace is not the place to post detailed stories of our short lived lives together.
nor is livejournal.
so grow up.

exploding tank
dr. ernie phun
and the ging
to the rescue!
(uhm. not to mention the new modern-day hero two blocks away.)

days are good.
nites are getting there.

happy birthday to me.
it's friday and i'm
in love.

i'm a liar but the lyric fits.
i'm a liar but so are you.
at least i never gave up on anyone.

tarbaby!!
i miss danny.
and i'm unteen.

i walked a dog that wasn't mine
i lived through irony
and watched a movie that made me say more than once
"i have lived through this. that bitch stole my life."

thumbs up
ho's down

this could be something.
but mostly i doubt it.
not everyone can save souls.

just god.
my cat.

probably mainly for the sake of brandon robinson, i wanted to let you know that
mo'nique is in a new movie about robbing banks.
it's called domino.