I hate livejournal, I really do, I don't want a single person to read this.

My grandfather's funeral was today. It was the most beautiful and depressing thing I have ever seen and been apart of. How humble we should all feel, standing there at Arlington Cemetary...death is not about politics.

I will be in Las Vegas from Thursday til Sunday...Happy Birthday to me....bitches.

Oh children, goodness gracious...

Reform movement...

Happy Birthday little brother! 21 is a magic number.

Why was it so comfortable? A situation open to so many horrible endings, dodged danger and ended alright.

I don't look down upon you because I think I'm better then you. I look down upon you because I feel better then you do. Why, where, and how everything is so clear now is beyond me, it's left to someones hand, but this is the point in the story when protagonist takes that vital turn towards the light. Perhaps it's gotten too old to be so ( Read more... )

Your body is a temple...I have not believed in that statement as much as I do now.

Horribly tempted. Horribly.

I've never been so warmly confused in my life. It's like having a electric blanket during a fridged look. Perhaps it's the smell of chlorine on tanned skin or the connotation that comes with water: clean, cool, and comforting. Or maybe perhaps it's the niche, the surroundings that crowd you in a such a place. Would the polar bear race still ( Read more... )

The song that plays after Sister Christian in Boogie Nights during that scene with the drug exchange is Jessie's Girl.