Tomorrow's my birrfday?

good bye good bye good bye.

So, I've drifted away from you ma chere.

You know I still love you. You know I always have. I just need to be in the mood to write something, I need to feel it in my bones.

Anyway, Brianna Tobey is now the background of my phone. Why you ask? Why not I say. We're listening to the Beatles right now, because we're in journalism and have ( Read more... )

 fall.

mmmmmmmmh.
=]

You are everything I've ever wanted to be. The better, bigger, smarter older brother I've never had. You're the star in every play, and you're that damn beacon of light used to blind people into submission. We bow down to your feet, because you're glorious, and you know that... and sometimes I try to figure out why you thrill me so much, and I ( Read more... )

I hope that everyone's summer is so consuming and bold that you're physically unable to find a second to write about it.

Preface:
I was unjustifiably upset the day someone read a few adverse sentences here, and attempted to berate me with it, in this passive-aggressive, cowardly fashion. I said it's my personal scrap of Internet, and I have a ( Read more... )

Once, A brilliant author with a questionable English accent, squinty eyes and a coaxing, classic style, told a well-read audience to write everyday. That to him, the idea of writers-block was ludicrous, because the idea of simply not writing was ludicrous. You must force yourself to write, and when you're done, you can strip and delete the ( Read more... )

So there's been a major dent in my hopes of a non-stop summer beach party. 
As I was getting the word from Devon on whether or not they could pick me up to go to Seaside, I placed my wallet in some mysterious place. I'm guessing that place was a rabid sink-hole or a vortex, because after 15 minutes of Manus and I destroying the whole house in search ( Read more... )

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

( cousin's prom pictas? )

*sigh*

Sometimes I wonder why I write in this thing in such painful and random spurts. I'll go weeks, or months without a word, and then out of mere obligation, or temporary insanity, I finally cave in and write something.
and then I end up deleting whatever I write seconds after its been created.
I thought for some time that it was because of how ( Read more... )

This is simply a post that i will hopefully use to look back on years from now to jog my memory. I'll pretty much be restating facts, with very little flare.

Sat: So Saturday, Caitlin rescued me after a long day of work and took me to the Boardwalk to meet her actor friend Doug, who she "knew" i would love. I hate those situations.. because of my ( Read more... )