Woahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Life is fucking weird.

I'm at a loss for words, really, which sucks because I have to write a poem a day for one of my classes.

I just want things to work out so I can be happy, live in the future I've envisioned, etc...

The new Weezy mixtape is STRAIGHT FIRE. So much wordplay.

-Michael

"I fall asleep to the sound of my own life."

I'm kinda not happy.

-Michael

Sticking true to my word, I am trying to keep up with this beast, even if I don't have much to say ( Read more... )

Thanks to Tony J, I will be updating this more ( Read more... )

It has been far too long. I'm not quite sure why it has taken so long, but alas, it has. Almost a full year since my last entry. It's crazy, thinking back to when I used to update once, or twice every day. Life has changed considerably since then; I don't know that I would have ever predicted the life that I am living ( Read more... )

I know it's late, but I'm thankful for Lean Gourmet dinners and a job where I can steal my weight in cookies and razor blades ( Read more... )

Happy Thanksgiving.
I've been too much of a turkey this year--stuffing my life with too many superfluities and not enough meat. I know the walls that surround me, I just need to stop being such a chicken and squash them where they stand. I'm on a roll here...

I'd offer more food for thought, but my brain is too bloated.

I'm thankful for love.

I think that there is something to be said about being concise. Words tend to spoil the soup, and conjunctions are far from punctual. After all, we don't pay famed writers to guide us down dusty corridors of their mind, we are simply seeking a spark, the key, to our own inner workings. The best introspection should only take a word ( Read more... )

The Puerto Rican neighbors downstairs were retarded loud and have kept me awake. I found it to be an opportune time to update this mess ( Read more... )

I wore pants today for the first time in months. That's how I knew it was my favorite time of the year.
I won 600 dollars between two scratch tickets on Thursday.
And I'm still in love.
Autumn is great.
I miss writing in this.

-Michael