dear tom waits, jack white, and johnny cash-

youre the only friends i have right now, and youre lousy company.
you all write awfully good songs though.

'when the dust settles, brian will either be dead, or in charge.'

i wouldnt have it any other way.

its only after weve lost everything that were free to do anything.

theres this part of my life i miss.  and i miss it so so much.

why is it the little things hurt me more then the large ones ( Read more... )

and maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.

love not what thou art, but what thy may become.

you cant ask for affection or love. you have to be given it. you have to give it ( Read more... )

i got cast in the trial, vincents show. not only am i extremely pleased to be doing this piece, im excited to finally be working with vincent. ive learned so much from him already ( Read more... )

im so sad right now.

i want to disappear from here. 
im very close to closing up for the rest of the year, and just disappearing.  
im tired of starting over.  i dont want to. i shouldnt have to.

i feel stupid.  i feel strange and awkward and stupid. 

i dont think i could ever be mad or disapointed with rich ashworth or tanya reese. they are two absoloutely teriffic friends that consistently make me happy. i only wish i could see them more. tanya said i had beautiful eyes the other night. and richard lets me wear his sweatshirt ( Read more... )