I saw a katydid today.

It reminded me of an old wive's tale my grandmother told me.

It had something to do with the weather turning cold...

or finding your true love...

They are pretty much the same thing.

When I was a little kid my mom would put me on a leash.

I would often get down on the ground and bark like a dog.

It wasn't until the flea collar that I realized my mom just liked situational comedy.

Broncho.

Derived from the words bro and poncho.

A t-shirt that has been cut to reveal both sides of the torso.

Bronchos come in a variety of pectoral revealing styles.

Purpose is still unknown.

Post Secret is never a good idea when you're drunk.

There are times when you feel like killing yourself.

Other times you feel like writing about killing yourself in a blog.

Here I am writing.

I've been having this feeling lately.

To give up.

To let go.

And stop wishing for you.

But it is quickly followed by another feeling.

To hold on.

To not let go.

Because you are out there.

Somewhere.

Wishing that I don't stop wishing for you.

I read the most beautiful sonnet in a truck stop bathroom today.

I met an impersonator today.

We talked for a while.

He told me he aspired to be like me.

He was so convincing.

A better me than myself.

So I gave him my wallet.

Then he said he would be back in five minutes.

My mind is screaming.

Telling me to run.

To leave everything behind.

To become a ghost.

But I know I can't do that.

Ghosts have feelings.

I had planned on dedicating a song to my roommate.

Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off.

Then I had a thought.

It is entirely unfair to leave out all the other things that make her clothes come off.

Vodka.

Rum.

Whiskey.

Sweet Tea.

Water.

Pretty much anything that quenches thirst...