the following was written on tuesday, january the sixteenth at four twenty one pee em ( Read more... )

I only write in here when I'm desperate. I figured I should probably post something that isn't whiny as hell and talking about how much I want change. Two consecutive nights were spent driving around this city with the windows down (even though it was cold as fuck) and listening to Bowie. It doesn't really sound like much, but I think I might have ( Read more... )

Once again, I need to get this out, and I turn to this last goddamn place on the interweb mostly because I know no one will read it, and because my typewriter is broken. I guess that's what I get for relying on a 30+ year old hunk of plastic and metal ( Read more... )

I'm finally posting here, because I need to say something, and my hand no longer can write with the same fluid motion as when I'm typing. I feel as if I'm stuck in this never ending circle that is far more frightening than the ones experienced on certain psychadelic substances. I feel like I'm about to explode out of my skin, and not in a nice way ( Read more... )

Ugh. It feels like i have a million things to say and I have no possible way of saying them. I haven't updated in a longlong time, and so many things have happened, and are happening, that it's seems futile to try and fit them in a few meager paragraphs ( Read more... )

So this weekend was full of dark wet walks through the trees, driving fast with anticipating music, trailing sentences, shouting whispers, and, as always, too much of certain things and not enough of others ( Read more... )

I need to change my life. I have been saying for the past week that I feel as if I'm on the brink of something, on the brink of change, but I'm not even certain that I know what this elusive "change" feels like. I bring things up to be so much, and then on one particularly sunny day in the middle of February, I tear them all down with a single ( Read more... )

disregard all entries preceeding this post. god, i sound like such a whiney fuck. twothousandsix will be better because i'll make it better.

So much has happened, and yet nothing has happened. That's the way things always seem to turn out. They are and they're not. It is but it isn't. Maybe it's just easier if that's how we look at things, noticing the progression and the stagnation. ANYWAYS ( Read more... )

It's November already. Which means soon it will be December, then February, and then all of a sudden it will be April and May. Then I will have to have things figured out I suppose. My mother always said that it's not what you're saying but how you're saying it, and in recent weeks or months or however long it's been that i've been noticing, i'm ( Read more... )