And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we said our long goodbyes
I nearly did

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A couple hours early...but who cares...

HAPPY  16th  BIRTHDAY  BRE!

Stay away from me you damn-dirty robots...I am not interested in your various forms of pornography, although I do not show disrespect for those interested or commercially involved in the industry. Hey...good for you guys, go team...etc. Just don't give me your invites for a good ( Read more... )

Tobias:
Well, yes, but I’m afraid I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run, if you will, so now I’m afraid I have something of a mess on my hands.

Michael:
There are just so many poorly chosen words in that sentence.

My futures senseless, and rendered meaningless...when measure in that vein.

Be well.

I fucking start training on Monday and I cannot goddamn wait.

Oh my christ.

Listen to this guy with shoes!

Be well.

New Mars Volta album out.

I got it. It is awesome.

And with everybody that I find. And with every clamor that they mine.

Be well.

I love the trash truck. I don't know why. You know, the one with the robot arm that lifts up the can and dumps it.

I just watched him pick up my garbage and my neighbor's. Then I went outside and watched him pick up everyone else's on my street. It was just so damn cool.

Such a loser. This is the shit I do on my days off.

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I'm not going to lie to you, System of a Down is a terrible bandNow, "terrible" is a relative word. I know some people actually like them, myself included...but, I only like the first album by them. Because that is before they lost sight of everything that is actually music. Back before Serj went crazy and started making up stupid ass lyrics that ( Read more... )

Wow, today started out shitty.

Like, really fucking bad...but, it then got awesome.

I don't know how...but all right.

What's the worst that I can say to you?

Be well.

I often have no idea what to say when I sit down to write these godforsaken things. I'm not even sure why I still even do it. I think it would be awesome if people were to treat these things like a actual journal. As if no one is going to read these things.

Can you imagine what the average journal would look like?

Dear Journal/Diary/Captain's Log ( Read more... )

Oh, fuck this.

I am done.

DONE.

You fucking touch me, I will rip you apart.

Be well.