If a producer falls over in Hawaii, and no one is around who cares... does he still make a noise ( Read more... )

On quiet nights I can hear the stars 
And cosmonauts talk 
A ragged 30-watt moon 
Hangs over my hotel room... 
I saw you nodding out in 
The mouth of the night 
Face full of white light grace... 
And I push your body out into space

*deep heavy sigh*

GEARY, JASON DOUGLAS Jason Douglas Geary of Northglenn. Son of Deb and Brad; brother of Shelby (Kris) Davison; grandson of Lloyd (Darlene) Combs and Connie (Larry) Geary; beloved uncle of Delainey and Brady. Survived by his large, loving family. Memorial Service Saturday 10:30AM at Horan McConaty Family Chapel, 9998 Grant Street. In lieu of flowers ( Read more... )

Okay, I've reset my bearings and here I find myself. I would like to begin again on my private life, to take this little venue back. I've been so upset recently at the thought that people I knew were reading this journal without my express permission. Funny thing is with a public journal...one doesn't need expressed anything to sift through it ( Read more... )

Wednesday, February 11th, 2004 ( Read more... )

Dear friends ( Read more... )

It is two in the morning and I'm off to bed. Per the urging of my girl and my own consience I think it is time to start sharing more often in my journal again. Although tonight will not be a gang-buster entry. I'm sleepy ( Read more... )

Well, It appears as though we will be having Chicken this Turkey Day. But it all looks good. I just want to send a quick word in on this Thanksgiving Day. I am up in North Dakota with the love of my life, Nicole, enjoying some time with her family. Hello to all.

I have noticed a strong and definate correlation between the amount of entries in LJ and the commitment to a relationship. funny how that works. know what I mean?

Its been so long...too long since I've made an entry. And in this life things move so quick - I can't hope to cover what I've missed just catch up on where I'm at. I'm working at the skating rink still, but the road has become a path and the path is overgrown. I'm done. The offer to own my own rink was dissolved when the seller of the rink ( Read more... )