I must preface this post by saying that; when I logged into my live journal today it asked me to restore the saved draft I was working on the last time I was logged in. I wanted to see what I was working on and this popped up. I have altered some spelling mistakes but otherwise this is what I was thinking about as I was getting ready to move to ( Read more... )

I'm having a Fuck You kind of day. I'm a little hung over and pretty disappointed. So, to not really anyone in particular, Fuck You ( Read more... )

I say farewell to love as I slowly realize that this illusion is not meant for me.

Will I? Am I able? <--- Do I actually doubt that? Ignorance is bliss and I want the bliss of oblivion. Where are the teachers? Im tired of the lack lessons. I want the infinite knowledge and understanding. I have to go to the source. Can I manage to make it a solo journey? Where the road ends is where I will stop? When you fall into a bottomless ( Read more... )

There is a certain Joy involved in finding something that you love and have lost or had fall away or just plain forgot about. I was going through some archived emails just now and found a comment notification for a post I wrote a long time ago ( Read more... )

Imagine a sheep. Tethered to a post in the middle of a wide green land. The rope is short and the grass is gone. It forms a perfect circle

Albert Einstein was way smarter than me.

So yesterday Steve Thompson and C.K. went to go audition for Canadian Idol. I decided it would be fun to go along for moral support. There we were, standing in line hanging out talking about being nervous and generally enjoying ourselves. This short little woman strolls up and asks me where my number is and why its not pinned to my shirt like ( Read more... )

Writing is good for the soul and for the mind. I have not been doing it at all throughout the last year but luckily I have found another medium while I have the lack of access to my journal. The piano. It and I are finally getting to know each other in a way that is intimate enough to feel a little voyeuristic writing about it. It has changed my ( Read more... )

Injuries and being broke, no rent and fires, homelessness and variety shows. It never rains but it pours. All you need is love.......and rent.........and your health ( Read more... )