sometimes i like to think a little more.
sometimes i like to think a little less.
most the time id like not to think at all.

"haha running away from reality"
"psshhhh trying to create a new one."

fuck fuck fuck. i want more things to go do.

a little bit of vodka in coffee makes you lose the sense of taste.

a little more vodka and you are fucking gross.

seans picking me up in an hour.

i got a $200 bonus an hour ago.

what of this hour? nothing.

well my cd stopped so i guess i should change it.

and plus im not doing a damn thing at work right now.

Oh yeah, big bear tonite.

BIGG HUGGEE FUCKING BEAARRRS.

exciting.

I' m having growing pains.

and I am definetly not any taller.

im starting to find it funny now when i fuck up with the banks ( Read more... )

            So, is this what you think of your self?  Is this what you would amount yourself to be?  Yes, yes it is.  And I swear if you ask this of me again, I'll destroy you.

"Roll over."  I said in complete disgust.

"Oh, to hell with you," she said in complete anguish, "do you know what time it is?"  What kind of ( Read more... )

I cannot escape this feeling as if I left something behind.  I have not left anywhere, but have just made a new home for myself.  A home built on a foundation of regret and remorse.  The walls are made purely of my will holding up the weight of the past and the future.  I’m hoping that this sanctuary holds ground against the winds of ( Read more... )

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I had a good time last night.
A great time.

I got no sleep again.
I'm going to have defiance, ohio stuck in my head for awhile.

here you go:

Unfamiliar

Last night I met the most interesting person in my life.  They're not in my life, but I soon hope them to be.  The facial expressions brought out throughout the night by a short converstation consisting ( Read more... )

I’ve gone blind.  All the wonderful things in the world and all the awful have gone dark.  They have no face.  I can feel everything pushing down on my shoulders, but still it comes from a warm emptiness.  The weight from pressing my eyes against the palms of my hands have created a colorful scheme of dots interchanging with each ( Read more... )