When I lost my addiction to coffee, writing, pens, paper, raw-living is unknown. When I forgot to assemble rhythm, strike emotions, provoke action, defeat fear, is forgotten ( Read more... )

She'd hound you with her mild accent, insisting you did things the Queens way. She was the sort of woman that had razors on the ends of her fingers, constantly grabbing your hand assuring you had no control of anything ( Read more... )

Saturday was almost a disaster. Instead it turned out to be really fun. The day started entirely too early, ended entirely too late, but conclusively became one of the funnest nights in a while. See what happens when you have no music in your car ( Read more... )

It's finally Friday and this weekend is going to be fantastic. I have secret plans left and right. This morning when I arrived at work there was a stuffed animal on my desk for me ( Read more... )

I just broke my own heart, and it was the hardest thing I could have ever done.

On my lunch breaks I like to drive with the music blasting into Santa Ana, just to cool down from all the bullshit I'm fed at the office. As of right now I love my job. But everything in my personal life is sort of sucking. I'm growing out of a lot of people I truly don't want to grow out of ( Read more... )

Tonight I actually hung out with Howie. It had been months. I hadn't seen him since I lived in Seattle and came down to visit family. Yeah, THAT LONG. Liebchen is crying/panting/bitching, therefore I need to tend to the lil baby.

Dear CNN ( Read more... )

Dear Entertainment Tonight ( Read more... )

( old memories I went through )