This is how it goes
You'll get angry at yourself
And think you can think of something else
And I'll hear the clanging of the bells
Cause I can't stop you baby
-Aimee Mann

homeless in marin
wearing
red bandana
blue sweatshirt
grey belt
seven jeans
in marin
the designer bubble of america
martha stewart, paris hilton, the olsen twins feel at home
like a bum in seven jeans

so, as much as i hate posting twice in the same day...i'm working right now and until nine and there's no one online to talk to...so instead of verbally talking to myself, i'll talk to myself this way ( Read more... )

nothing has turned out like it was supposed to.

every time we move on to a new chapter in life, we expect everything to be different...why then does so much end up being the same? and more importantly, why do we try so hard to cling to the past?

where has all the beauty gone
when the city's painted black
where have all the pirates sailed
when life is strangled, tied up and sacked
where has freedom, friendship, love gone
cast off along the coast
when needing keeps from wanting keeps from anyone's attempt to boast

take away take away
take away this ball and chain.
(in honor of josh...who doesn't read this...but it's suitable, guesses at symbolism anyone?)

in my fridge i have: 8 cups of pudding (stolen from a school function), a half pound of peet's coffee, and two halves of personal cheese pizza ( Read more... )

Origin Of Love ( Read more... )

leaves fall as nose runs
find symmetry in the world
where is the sun now?

hrmmm....

yeah...well...you try and write a better one! no, i mean it, go ahead!