camping on forbidden sandstone was one of the pinnacles of the trip ( Read more... )

It's over ( Read more... )

"do yourself a favor and pack your bags, buy a ticket and get on the train. cuz this is F**ked up..."

Let's all watch as the proverbial dookie hits the fan.

*sigh*
at this point i'm just tired.
tired and embarrassed.

when you're hundreds of miles from home, you've worn out your welcome, your plane doesn't leave for 7 more agonizing days, and the money's run out:

early times.

how i wish i had a bottle...right now.

oh well, i guess you gotta take the good with the bad cuz that's life.

i'm a lil homesick ( Read more... )

i need to learn how to write songs more quickly. get it done, seal it and move on - instead of pondering over it and changing it 27 times.

oh well, that's art.

i'm so tired.

i'm off-kilter ( Read more... )

apparenlty back on winter when i went to visit adam and i was telling him we should kiss each other, he believed i really wanted to. i didnt really want to, i was just kidding around - jeez neese, get over yourself ( Read more... )

i've had better days.

my car's acting like it's going to crap out on me.

i miss someone.
i know not who.
i have a sinking melancholy feeling in my chest. i get it everytime i come home to colleyville for awhile and then leave.

i just had a jazzy ole time at the cigar bar with my mom and friends. they bought me some drinks and then we danced to cheezy keyboard/midi rhenditions of old songs with a brazilian woman who was out of her mind named Luzia. She reminded me a little of Jung's wife from the movie Blow - cept without all the cocaine ( Read more... )