when you've had a really long day, go out. sit at a bar. have a drink. talk to the people there for about twenty minutes or so, and think about tomorrow.

you'll feel plenty better and be optimistic about everything that will happen to you soon.

life is moving along swimmingly ( Read more... )

my life is now "friends only."

my livejournal is not.

Ambrose smoked a cigarette on the corner of Harrison Avenue. It was the street his parents lived on and he hadn't stayed at home in years. He retreated to places like the corner of the street or by the lake in the back yard to smoke because for some reason, he could never be at peace if they knew about his habits. His father smoked and his mother ( Read more... )

"I sang those songs for hope. Hope that somewhere out there, there is more shower sex. More true love at the Chapel theatre. More drunken phone arguements at the top of my blackened lungs in the a.m. Am I so wrong?"

-Paul Pavlich; Dialogue with Gaius and a red-headed girl who works at Tommy Condon's

i've been back downtown for about a week now. everything's pretty gnar. here's the rundown ( Read more... )

...no tolerance day.

do not tolerate any shit today.

NTD is basically the new christmas.

say "bullshit" and "fuck this" a lot.

i love all of you.

i think we actually found a place to live. it's ghetto fab and huge. we'd be able to play music there and it would suit us perfectly. me buck and dave are going to jump on that shit ( Read more... )

the night has fallen down the staircase ( Read more... )

torrential downpours and rear wheel drive ( Read more... )