Tuesday night my friend, Scott Johnson, called me up and wanted to do a shoot. I'm not a model. Not at all. So far from. I'm out of shape. Short. The list could go on. But anyway, I liked the idea of having a handful of flattering, professionally done, and neat photos of myself so I said sure. His assistant, Sonja (who's a sweetheart), came and ( Read more... )

Pretty eyes.
Very lovely eyes.
They kind of light up here and there.
Only hung out a few times but....
She's nice.
She's a pretty girl.

The art of forgetting.
The art of forgetting.
The art of forgetting.

We'll see where this goes.
Probably not anywhere but that one moment was nice.
I'm not seeking anything.
Just learning.
And (tryingtolive) living.

I don't want to do what I think I'm going to have to do but I have little time and few options.
So minimalizing of a person....
But what have I been left with?
Does it really matter?
And through certain eyes I might as well have crossed that line already.
I'm not sure what else to do and I've been left with such a mess in my hands.

Wow.

I write stuff.

Then ( Read more... )

Sweet.

So...I had started to recently inquire about old high school friends I hadn't seen in awhile and one person came up who no one was for sure where exactly they ended up. Daniel Johnson.

Where is he?


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There, on a corner, lies the Starbucks that I may have very well bought the most drinks at. That one or one of the ones in Solana Beach could probably put it to a challenge.

I'm starting to get scared. Really scared. My previous plans for this summer were not singular plans and without little opportunity to say a word the other person involved ( Read more... )

"Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can't move.
Awake, but cannot open my eyes.
And the weight is crushing down on my lungs, I know I can't breathe.
And hope someone will save me this time.
And your mother's still calling you insane and high
Swearing it's different this time.
And you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her
And that God ( Read more... )

So. . .since I often have nothing better to do these days when I'm off, I've been working my way through every season of Sex & the City (which I received as a thoughtful gift a couple of months back). I had seen the last few seasons already so now I've been working through the earlier ones. Well ANYWAY, it's all besides the point.

I'm up to the ( Read more... )

What can I say? I'm good at blabbing and though I'm taking a hiatus of sorts from Myspace, I still need to vent and bitch and whine and tell my god-awful stories to the world. In the end though, I honestly do this only because it's a bit therapeutic for me. It truly is. I've tried the writing of things down on paper but I enjoy typing better ( Read more... )

I'm not a strong person. I'm just not. I can hold my own in an argument and that's about it. If I'm allowed to feel a large amount of any sort of emotion it becomes too extreme and out of control. I fall in love and I fall hard. I get angry and my frustration becomes blinding. I have a hard time just forgetting. . .

I'm a mess of a person. I was ( Read more... )

I want to clarify that nothing is necessarily set in stone. I'm going to make a complete fool out of myself if I don't clarify that and things fall through. The way my entire life has been (but most especially the past four years) there is no way to foresee plans one week, one month, one year down the road. I may not for sure end up in Philadelphia ( Read more... )