I keep telling myself that I should write here more. It's a nice outlet, it'll be good for you. The thing is I'm not really much of a writer, and getting one of these things down always takes way longer than it should. I guess that's what puts me off. I was more brazen about it in my younger years... or maybe deluded ( Read more... )

It's a new year again. When is this time thing gonna stop, huh? In death, I guess... That took a grim turn real fast ( Read more... )

August seems to have just blown right past me. It's not so much that it was really moving fast, but more like I wasn't paying attention ( Read more... )

I used to think I could write, can you believe that?

Every once in a while something or someone, reminds me that I have a stash of shitty ass poetry--which I wrote. Funnily enough, I usually end up digging them up again, and consequently dying a little inside. It feels like such a far time ago. A time when I thought good english was all I needed; ( Read more... )

It's been about two weeks now since we've been back at the house. It's great to be back and out of that snug little unit, great to be in the old neighborhood again, but at the same time it's hardly the same house. It'll take some getting used to again. Not to mention it's still crawling with sweaty workmen ( Read more... )

As if to add insult to injury, this post has already been killed once. And you know how it happens when you've got a fair bit of length? Yeah, exactly. I am now typing in notepad. Let's cut to the chase ( Read more... )

Ain't that the truth.

February has been simultaeneously taking forever and over in the blink of an eye. These past weeks I was just, 'it's already Thursday... again?!' and now it's like pretty much the end of the month, when did that happen? But at the same time I kind of feel like it's been February since last year. How could that make sense, ( Read more... )

I do not actually want to talk about the new year. I mean it's been over a week, let's not speculate, let's not imply, let's just let it happen; which is basically my philosphy for life ( Read more... )

So I've spent the whole day wrapped in a blanket, except for the obvious times like baths. The sound of rain on the windows, the wind blowing the rain in through the windows, sounds like the perfect lazy day... but not really. We're actually still caught in the middle of a ridiculously slow moving typhoon. I guess the storm's the one having a lazy ( Read more... )

So I stayed up til some ungodly hour and launched myself into an existential crisis last night. Funny how the brain works. I mean one minute I'm imagining the Scorch Trials movie, and the next I'm questioning life itself. This is why I don't do drugs ( Read more... )