I find myself the keeper of too many secrets lately. Ones that I keep for others, ones that I keep for myself, and the worst of all are the ones that I keep from myself. Exciting but tiresome, like wakeboarding if you will.  I've yet to accomplish so many things, these recent events clouding my foresight and judgement like never before. They kill ( Read more... )

My nephew is down here for a visit from Kansas, he's 8 years old already and yet I can still remember holding him as a newborn in a hospital that smelled old and spent.  Conflicted but simpler times, I loved that kid then and I still do. His mother, my wayward sister, is another story. She's abandoned her boy. When he turns and asks me "where his ( Read more... )

I miss my family badly. I miss some friends. I miss some habits. The new stuff is great, but something yearns for the past. Everything is finally right but wrong. Nothing is whole but nothing is broken. Basically all I've realized is I'm still growing ( Read more... )

I wake up to find it's another 4 aspirin morning and I dive in :) 

This weekend has been...by FAR, the wildest, strangest weekend EVER! Ain't that right Anthony? At least I can carry that craziness outside of the weekend. 

i'm going to make damn sure
i just want to bring you down so badly
i'm going to make damn sure
i just want to bring you down SO badly
in the worst way, worst way...

Damn I hate it when somebody tells me I can't do something...
But dammit I love what it does to my ambitious side

(I've got a headache that could kill a giraffe)

I ain't nothin' but a hound dog ;) 

All that aside, life's interesting. Like I told Anthony, gotta take your own fate into your own hands....so that's what I'm gonna do.  "Never let anybody tell you, you can't."

Our friends have it, I've let the uncoditional go, Anthony and I both long for it, and no amount of money could buy it ( Read more... )

We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.