... And in this corner, making his triumphant return to the land of the living, is Matt Dalton! (crowd roars, undergarments soar) I am back to being busier than I can handle, which is just the way I like it. Between maintaining a steady job, running my recording studio, making my new house habitable, and finding time in there for eat, sleep, and ( Read more... )

i found my keys in a pile of dirt and now i won't lose my job

dont feel bad that you have no idea what i'm talking about

"My feet are frozen, I'm running on like 5 hours of sleep, by the time I'm done working I will have put in about 11 hours today, and I just want to die", I said, consciously avoiding eye contact ( Read more... )

you could have made my night

I woke up this morning, uncomfortably warm and alone with the gristled voice of my occupation stifling my attempt to relax. As I went to grab some socks from the sock drawer only to realize in my grumpy, half-awake condition that they are all packed in the suitcase, it hit me. This is going to suck ( Read more... )

I've spent my last nights
strung up and pulled tight.
Holding out, sleep and grow.
An answer comes without a please:
'Do what you want.'

Wonder why I'm so caught off guard when we kiss.

Rather live my life in regret then do this.
What happened to the love we both knew?

We both chased.
Hanging on a cigarette you need me,

you burn me
you'll burn me.

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+10 points for me this time.

a.) for seeing it coming
b.) for acting accordingly
c.) for an appropriate reaction

sights set for '06
dirt fest
arizing
finding a home
in that order?
eh...
and no attachments.

I'm huddled up around most of my worldly possesions right now. If consolation had an arch nemesis, his guns would be a-blazin' at the ole edifice tonight. It boggles my mind the amount of rediculous items I have not only amassed over my ~cough~ 55 years, but also RETAINED. Some of the little things in these boxes I can remember from when I still ( Read more... )

Right now, I feel as though I'm playing a human game of Jenga, meticulously stacking the pieces of my life upwards into oblivion as the inevitibility of it all crashing down around me haunts my every move like your AA counselor who won't stop calling your fucking cell phone every half an hour. What a beautiful haphazard my decisions have come to ( Read more... )

i wish i didnt get so excited...