So I guess I lived a life for a while since my last post ( Read more... )

Good things come to those who wait. That is a lie.
Good things come to those who take. That is the lesson of my life. I was learning it last night.
Of course, the matter of good is subjective.
I sure hope it's worth it. But I don't want to fall. I just want to live.

did you say all the things you meant to say ( Read more... )

Had the day off yesterday and found out a lot about my friends back on the old side of town. There're addictions, drama, and opportunities ( Read more... )

I threw myself in the shoes of a mouse the other day on the 9th and went to the Pima Heart Association to have some tests ran. The pain in my chest has come again, and although it's significantly less painful than months ago, I'd still like to know what's going on. I also noticed my ribs stick out more on my left side and was curious if I have an ( Read more... )

Yesterday was so weird. The night, especially. I rode my bike home alone, knowing Chris was going to his girlfriend Colleen's? I don't even know if that's how you spell that name. Anyway. I got home and saw that Storm's portion of his room, his walls were blank besides the curtains of band designs and stuff which have been up ever since he moved in ( Read more... )

Chris and I just got into a squirt bottle cleaning chemical fight at work. He was spraying me with a surface cleaner. I had nothing, so I ran into the cleaning and supply area and grabbed the only bottle there. It was evidently some sort of degreaser gel spray. We ducked behind the big carts and used them as cover as we shot at each other. I got ( Read more... )

Storm, Nathan, and I all went to inquire about a 3 bedroom apartment this morning. So far, so good ( Read more... )

I mistakenly stepped into a pothole on the side of the road by my place this afternoon. What's interesting is that when cars ride into them, they have the potential to pop a tire...when I stepped into it, my ankle got fucked and my shoe sole fell apart. Now whenever I walk, the rubber flap flops around--not only making a slight resemblance to a ( Read more... )

So many things speak to me. But do I listen? That's hard to tell. I'm confused and so certain of so many things. Why do I hide...do I really hide? What's left in the world is a mystery. Or maybe it's just me ( Read more... )

...I have come to the realization that I speak broken gibberish.
I also have found fascist Jesus.
But there is a solution.
I need an intervention.