So on and so forth, life keeps dancing about, going on and on as it should, and what can we say to that anyway? It's turning, the earth I mean, right beneath our very feet, and nothing really changes, yet everything seems to change ( Read more... )

I think this needs no post, because everyone's said everything I could ever come up with, but I think this is worth coming out of my virtual half-dead state ( Read more... )

I figure it was high time I actually whip out some kind of update since I always seem to wait until the last damn minute. Didn't I used to get real, real pissy with people for doing this exact same thing? Paint me 10 shades of hypocrite, but I've just felt weird and uninspired to write in here. I've been more interested in attaching myself to Chris ( Read more... )

The simple things in life make even the shittiest of events worth it in the long run. Every ounce of pain I've ever felt, everything I've been put through all seem to be worth it when I'm sitting here in my life right now and looking around. We're invested well, you know. We all made so much money with Nsync, we really don't have to worry. Not if ( Read more... )

It's strange, because with each and every once of these birthdays, I'm reminded of how much older I'm getting. Still, like I brought up to Lance, we're all aging pretty good I think. Yeah, you cannot stay a child forever. You can't be a "kid" forever at all. And why would you want to be? There's something kind of cool about growing up. Why would I ( Read more... )

It's been forever since I've updated this damn thing, hasn't it? I'm shocked somebody hasn't been nagging me yet ( Read more... )

Oh, South America ( Read more... )

Sometimes love makes you want to dance on air. Walk across the water, pull some really Jesus-y things off, because damn it they make you feel that amazing. They make you feel like nobody can touch you, like you couldn't be touched by anything or anyone, as long as you have them. They're the one that brings out the fire within you, lighting up your ( Read more... )

Don't you just hate it when you realize that there's still old wounds hiding beneath what you thought was growth and progress? I mean, we all have our weak spots, our buttons that, when pushed, we react, but why the hell can't I get over my past? Why is it that I'm almost determined to ruin my present with fears of my past coming up to bite me on ( Read more... )

I miss things, sometimes ( Read more... )