Sometimes all the happiness in the whole world zips through my blood stream begging to burst free.

Today I looked at a carton of milk in the fridge at work and thought, "that milk will be here after I am gone." And then I couldn't decide if I meant in this hotel or in the world.

Scary stuff.

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Its kinda like the ending of new beginnings. I don't think I like you. You bore me. You kind of annoy me. You're too nice to me but paradoxically not quite nice enough. They were cruel to me, but at least there was passion in it. You sort of teeter between apathetic and claustrophobically interested in me as a human being. I don't really ( Read more... )

I. Am. Losing.

Everything.

Two people on my street drive the same car you do. I keep thinking you're here. Sometimes I can't control my happiness. Sometimes I get scared. Usually I just think how this is the perfect opportunity to kick your ass.

Sweetly egocentric so that his favorite number changed every birthday until he hit 11 and decided that was a good enough fit.

He is my white sheep.

Bryan Vitantonio had a "drunk guy request". He needed mustard. We spent a beautiful 15 minutes searching high and low for mustard. We didn't find any, but I think it was the greatest experience of my life anyway. Oh Bryan Vitantonio.

Oh my god. Bryan Vitantonio just high fived me.

There is one CD I want to listen to. You took it back ( Read more... )