| Life moves pretty fast. |
[Jan. 16th, 2009|12:27 pm] |
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strange how little there is to write when everything is going so swimmingly well.
my job keeps me busy.
boxing and the gym keep my muscles sore.
not eating out/drinking as much keeps my bank account happy.
my friends keep a constant supply of caffeine in me at our local digs.
and he keeps my days filled with quiet phone conversations and love.
i am, happy.
in the word of lemony snicket, sometimes, "no news is good news." |
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[Nov. 24th, 2008|09:38 am] |
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you would have been 29 today. |
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| Patterns |
[Sep. 26th, 2008|01:47 pm] |
The single greatest piece of advice I've ever been told in my near 25 years of existence is simply this: A leopard doesn't change its spots. (Thanks Robert)
The true underlying nature of people typically stays within a few degrees of variation. Maybe it's myself I should be most afraid of, or maybe I'm just beginning to really resent you for all of this. Everyone has to lay in the bed they make. Don't be surprised to find me sleeping on the floor. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 2nd, 2008|10:55 am] |
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"She kind of reminds me of you. She's a sweet pain in the ass." |
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| I will dare. |
[Aug. 19th, 2008|12:26 pm] |
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I'm glad for everything I leared through the entire process. I hope you figure it out someday, but probably will not due to your own selfishness. I am happy again, solely by my own volition. |
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| It's crazy |
[Aug. 13th, 2008|04:17 pm] |
It's crazy how quickly life changes. I just hope I'm picking the things that will stick.
There's still a few road bumps, but at least we've set the cruise control. Or as you like to call it, "being efficient." |
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| Tryin to find a balance |
[Jul. 23rd, 2008|01:09 pm] |
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Life generally doesn't give you an equilibrium all at once. Generally it's up or down. Currently I'm half up & half down. Work is going well, my friends are back in balance, and I'm excited for the potential in my career path to follow. To say the least about my personal life-well, it all comes back around in the end. Everyone has to lay in the bed they make.
At any rate, this is the only thing that makes sense to me right now.
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| Hold fast. |
[Jun. 27th, 2008|11:46 am] |
well the sail
the sail on this ship come
crashing down
and the rope
that is your love slips
slips from my hand
now hold fast your fingers
don't let her slip away
hold fast cause you need her
to get to the calm of the bay
now the bow
the bow on this ship is
under the sea
but i wont let go the rope though
though the waves cover me
now hold fast your fingers
dont let her slip away
hold fast cause i need her
to get the ship back to the bay.
I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot, I guess not. |
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| hold me up. |
[Jun. 3rd, 2008|11:36 am] |
Over and over and over again
I say that were just friends
Forget the implications
Infatuations end
If loves so easy, why is it hard
I can't imagine ever being apart
I'll come back to you
Itd be brand new
But I promise
We're just friends
Over and over and over again
I try to make amends
For everything Ive done wrong
My whole world just spins
Make some coffee, hold me up
Try to talk me out of giving up
I'll come back to you
It'll be brand new
But I promise
We're just friends |
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| Meddling in the grey. |
[May. 22nd, 2008|03:08 pm] |
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I'm beginning to understand why people turn more crass as they become older. For my future I'm signing up for more candidates involving strict no-bullshit policies. Everything in life begins to feel like political policies trying to tug you in, either you vote for it or you don't; the bill passes or it vetoes. You can meddle around in the grey for years and years, and finally after enough time is wasted, you wonder what you have to show for it and realize that if it's not much, it's time to move along. Time is after all, a sacred and scarce commodity. Much like oil, it's costliness continues to rise steadily, and there will be no price breaks or chances to buy back or tap into more resources. Once it's gone it's done for good and about as likely as my chance of going to space or running in a field with dinosaurs. People become crass because the mercury levels in their bullshit thermometers reach maximum heat capacities and burst much more quickly than they do in younger colder years. Decompose things to the simplest terms and ask plainly, yes or no? It's such a simple question, but force yoruself to move in either direction. Do you want this, does this make you happy, do you even care, is this worth the fight, will this stick? So if you're going to do something, do it like you own it and it's your own personal business; a liability of sorts. If you want something go out and get it, if you love something give it a belly rub or buy it a taco and a beer. If it causes a headache it's not worth it, and if any amount of time is spent groveling then it's certainly time wasted and packing you go. In the end if everything massively fails, put on a dress and your tallest pair of stilletos, ride a train, get a drink, and slam a shot down on the bar with your friends. Wake up with a headache and a sleep deprivation hang over, rinse and repeat. There's no time to waste. |
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| Keeping the door ajar. |
[May. 20th, 2008|04:28 pm] |
There is a light that never goes out.
Original photo by Robert ParkeHarrison.
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| Nacoleptic Youth |
[May. 7th, 2008|11:45 am] |
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Nothing crazy to report here. Just a painfully cute dog and trying to live out my youth.
P.S. It's not done yet, but it's well underway.
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| If you're not getting answers, ask better questions. |
[Apr. 16th, 2008|12:19 pm] |
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If it won't matter a year from now, why even bother with it? I'm glad my selection of friends involves solely people who embrace longevity and stability, particularly in the realm of friendship. So Love is the Movement 2008. This is our year for sure.
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| Time is on my side |
[Apr. 2nd, 2008|04:39 pm] |
Now you always say
That you want to be free
But you'll come running back
You'll come running back to me.
It's been a whirlwind the last two months, and quite honestly the last nine really. You're still the bottom line; everything still boils down to you. I'm not going anywhere, and I have to realize that you aren't either. Running away was an excuse, an escape to my fear of confrontation and not wanting to deal with you. This is the chance we've been waiting for. Our arms are beginning to unfold. The rusted joints where our elbows refused to move before have loosened enough to keep our arms down to our sides. If I keep quiet, you will keep still. So please, let's keep the shouting to a minimal and arms down at all times. I think we'll make it afterall. |
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| Even at our worst, we're still better than most. |
[Mar. 28th, 2008|10:13 am] |
You can have it all, I ain't got the heart to fight, no.
Total exhaustion, complete breakdown.
For the asshole I am,
apologies in full, please leave me alone.
Pull over the van, let me out. |
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| lakdfj;alk |
[Mar. 14th, 2008|12:59 pm] |
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I'm so upset and frustrated right now, which sucks cause it's a Friday and usually Fridays are awesome, but i'm at work seething and unable to concentrate on anything else but this. I am angry that I love where I live, yet have to deal with such a wretched human being for a landlord. It's like we are targeted and scrutinized as being juvenile delinquents, which we are clearly not. Hell, 3/4 of the time no one is even home. We are working professionals. We treat you with respect, why is it so difficult for you to do the same? All I know is karma should be working overtime with how awfully you treat other people. |
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| Question |
[Mar. 10th, 2008|11:41 am] |
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Which is better, to go with what is safe, or what you know? |
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| Slow on the split. |
[Mar. 3rd, 2008|10:52 am] |
Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in the moment this order's tall
I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
In the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different "kind"
I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines
Come on skinny love what happened here
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full; so slow on the split
I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted?
Then who the hell was I?
Now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind? |
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| Of course |
[Feb. 13th, 2008|11:20 am] |
Four miles vs. four hundred. Of course this would work out perfectly. Why would you live in my town? Of course you wouldn't, of course. Of course you would live six hours away. I haven't had a drink in over two weeks.
As crazy as it is, you make sense, more than anything else right now. |
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