so, basically, im closing this journal.

i mean, i havent done anything noteworthy in it in months, so its over.

it had a good run.

goodbye.

-dan

lord, why cant i catch a break.

arent i due.

i want this one to work.

-dan

stephanie, if youre reading this, im sorry. we both knew this crazy romance would never last.

but please know that i will love you forever.

i am yours, just not for the moment.

-dan

ah, lifes turns. simply put, the world has pulled a one-eighty. for the first time in a long time i am glad to be a part of it all.

-dan

he wasnt sure how long hed been on the beach. indeed, that didnt seem to matter much to him anymore. it was sometime longer than a week and less than a year, but this didnt matter. hed learned to live with himself over time. it wasnt like they always said. the first night wasnt the worst. the first week wasnt really that bad, comparatively. ( Read more... )

should i rock the double mowhawk?

-dan

i have one night left in my home ( Read more... )

i went in this morning.

they closed at 1.

i found thirty-six dollars in my pockets doing laundry.

rainy days make me pretty quiet.

but im perfectly content in my silence.

-dan

im frustrated. theres something about basic song structure that eludes me. maybe its my rhythm, maybe its my melody, maybe its my progressions, i dont know, but nothing i write seems to flow like it should. ive tried taking verses and hooks and putting them into formulas, structuring them like other songs, but nothing seems to fit ( Read more... )

the pool was looking rather grim, so i took it upon myself to clean it up. with assistance from friends and an industrial-strength pressure washer, its looking pretty damn good. it still needs a little work. some decorations, spot-washing and the such. but when everythings done, itll look pretty sweet ( Read more... )