so this is about my car:

I drive around town remembering it all
stolen cars
broken hearts
drunken kisses
learning fast
laughing loud
old souls in young babes
wishing we were older
praying we were younger
knowing it would be simpler
if we just parted waysThe reason I bought my car was because of her and our adventure. This way, she is a part of me ( Read more... )

I feel like I am missing out on so much. I can't help but remember the old days and the old friends and those old tunes. I watched One Tree Hill (I know...ha) and Jimmy Eat World played "Hear You Me" and I couldn't help but mourn everything of old. Now my mind cannot escape that place and I can't help but feel so utterly alone ( Read more... )

it seems that everything is going right for a change. I feel better. Almost content. Everything else has been so fucked up for so long and lately...

I survived it; I made it out of the hole. What the fuck am I supposed to do with myself now? HA! It doesn't matter.

Mad props to the Prop-a-dop-olis.

... and I am still uttering these words in complete dis-belief, "I won a laptop."

muahahahahaha

Oh, and Merry Christmas.

Let me see... February 2nd was it? I think that is the last night I saw you. I couldn't believe all that time had passed without a run-in. Although, I have been practicing the art of dodging my problems for over twenty-two years now... making me the "Queen of Avoidance.” Surprise escapes you, I’m sure ( Read more... )

Dakota's death shouldn't have been shocking to the family. We all saw her health decline rapidly, her spirit shifting to despair and yet we all said, "It happened so suddenly." A few days prior her vet gave her three years to live, to a ripe old age of 12 or 13 depending if she made it past her birthday. But she was only 9, she was out of shape ( Read more... )

last weekend i went to chicago, kidnapped actually by my sister and her two friends... what would have been a nice time is tainted by what could only be described in a novel as foreshadowing ( Read more... )

i've dreamed of ( Read more... )

The 5th sentence of my 23rd post... or closest to:

and jon [alexander]

the post was about the female threesome in the computer room ...and all that was left was a tupac tape.

i miss you jon ry al.
i miss living outside this bubble i built.
and i never thought i would feel this way,
but i miss ann arbor am dejected ( Read more... )

dad came home on tuesday ( Read more... )