October 2003
beauty is beauty because of the cruelty of...
the glove compartment isn’t accurately named and everybody knows it. so, i’m proposing a swift and orderly change. ‘cause behind it’s door there’s nothing to keep my fingers warm and all i find are souvenirs from better times before the gleam of your taillights fading east to find yourself a better life.
sometimes i feel obligated to write. i always have...
motivational intensity.
from the way that you acted
to the way that i felt it
it wasn’t worth my time
and now it’s sad cause all i missed
wasn’t that good to begin with
and now i’ve started you begging
saying things that you don’t mean
it isn’t worth my time
a line’s a dime a million times
and i’m about to see all of them goodbye to you
you’re taking up my...
dream in japanese.
tonight:
-years of homework [consumer behavior test, two projects].
-alumni letter
-house meeting
-pub? maybe. tomorrow:
-start work on comm. department web site
-stereo generation web site negotiations
-soccer
-comitte meeting
-auction/male review/go-go [ladies only. doors @ 10:30pm, bidding starts at 12:30am.]
this weekend i’m either going to see a movie [lost in translation...
pull the trigger and the nightmare stops.
the highlight of this past weekend was the phone call i got friday night from natalie. talking to her is always refreshing. it’s good to know that all you guys are doing well. i’m glad that things are going right in your lives, people deserve to have good things happen. on the other hand, it made me realize how pathetic my life is now. it was friday night. i’m 21. and i...
a kick in the mouth would be a summer's day...
no more nights with no encore. this salt in wound scenario is growing old. but i’m protected by a thousand layers of built-up skin. designed to protect what you’ve destroyed within.
-the white octave
i got my flu shot today. i’m going home this weekend to be with different people. i’m starting to feel pretty stretched out. tom wants me to work on merch designs for...
death to traitors.
you all are damn lucky i don’t have a gun right now.
the results would be outstanding.
for the past month, i’ve been pouring my whole entire life into this void in the middle of my heart and i’m pretty sure i’ve got nothing left to give. nowhere to turn. and nothing worth staying around for.
goodbye.
whatever. english is cool too.
actually no, because i lost my voice. i’m serious. don’t fuck with me. i’ll kill you.
you missed out at the pub tonight. i don’t give a fuck who you are, you missed out. apparently, i went to elementary school with dana from zta. last name? ha. are you serious? you expect someone who’s been at the pub since 9:30pm to remember last names?! regardless, we...
bad guys finish first.
man is not merely the sum of his masks. behind the shifting face of personality is a hard nugget of self, a genetic gift.
-camille paglia in light of recent events concerning my social life , i’ve come to the temporary conclusion that i need to change my outlook on life. once again, haha. anyone who reads this on any sort of regular basis, knows that i make this statement at least once...
thoughts on courage.
and ask me why i’d be here
not because it’s all your fault
but in spite of all your faults
-slain july just over a year ago, the most wonderful person i had ever met came into my life. someone who set not only my heart, but my mind a blaze. often, she was second only to breathing. we shared some of the greatest moments of my entire life together. many, i owe to her entirely. ...