Yesterday was interesting. A night very much unique to me, at least with this person ( Read more... )

To become maybe a lil better.

Doors open everyday...heh
Chances impose themselve upon me sometimes.

Life seems to smile on me at certain times. I swear the crap I've taken almost seems worth it....just because of Karma
heh

Here is to that hat of tricks called life. May you never be fouled by it.

Who knows why...
I dreamt a beautiful dream.
For reasons unknown to me, I was blessed with this picture.
A Picture of lost love, her blue, angelic eyes gazed upon me once more.

Kathleen

I'm assuming because of VanessaWhy am I so speechless when I see eyes like that ( Read more... )

I don't know what to think anymore...

So much time thinking, left thinking. What am I to think now...

I hate this shit, I've made my decision and yet I'm still debating whether it was the right one. I spoke to Jen about this whole deal. Afterwards I wwas left not feeling any better.
Fuck it...

What can I say...I should've kissed her right then and there.

Fool, why are you so afraid of....of....ugh.... everything....

My vision of rgw qoels is scewed.
Everything has shape and yet everything is dused together, forming no particular pattern.

I suppose thats what the world is, a series of uncoordinated patterns.

I'm watching Minority Report. Of course not watching, but every now and rgen catching perfect figures with eyes and finely shaped faces.

It's fun though

I wrote something at work yesterday, during my break... it was pretty cool .

I wish I could remember, or I wish I would've brought that napkin home wiith me.
I hope I get drunk off my ass this weekend...

indeed

What would a man do if he was pushed to his absolute limits ( Read more... )

Yellow Rose is long gone now.

Lupe was a fling... to say the least.

Young and full of life but troublesome... so its done.

That was the most excruciating bike ride I’- fucking - ve ever had. [heh] But, to say the least, it was necessary, for many reasons mind you…
I’ve decided who I want to be, what I want to be and how I plan to get to that destination. It started with Paul van Dyk’s “For an Angel,” after work; I had decided earlier to go for a bike ride, so I got up ( Read more... )