afraid to be optimistic, but sick of pessimism
long december by the counting crows = my requisite jam my for any new year. my first listening = right now.
'maybe this year will be better than the last'
i've hoped that the last five + times i've listened to this song on january 1st or 2nd. i have a gut feeling that 2009 will be a lot better than years past, but check the title of this entry.
rang in the new years blazing a blunt and sipping a 40. shades of things to come? who knows. i miss the bronx a lot.
"i can't remember all the times i tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass." word, adam duritz, word.
life's been blurry since the passing of margaret scho. maybe 2009 will be the year when the fog lifts and i can start actually living. again, i'm reservedly optimistic. this was the first thanksgiving and christmas that didn't hurt in a long time, so here's hoping here's hoping here's hoping.
pills. marijuana. alcohol. cocaine. ecstasy. dopamine. seratonin. obama. cheney. race relations. arms race. armageddon.
na na na na na na na na na na na na na na yeah.
the smell of hospitals in winter.
going to vinny's dad's wake tonight. blah. he's a strong dude i think he'll be fine, but my heart hurts for him. that sounds corny but fuck ya'll.
counting crows making me feel all depressed and shit. end that. got a book about how to copyright and market my songs. woot. im gonna go smoke a cig, have another cup of coffee and read that shit.
2009 = jim(flows) in headphones?
i sure do hope so . a dream come true would be excellent.
'maybe this year will be better than the last'
i've hoped that the last five + times i've listened to this song on january 1st or 2nd. i have a gut feeling that 2009 will be a lot better than years past, but check the title of this entry.
rang in the new years blazing a blunt and sipping a 40. shades of things to come? who knows. i miss the bronx a lot.
"i can't remember all the times i tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass." word, adam duritz, word.
life's been blurry since the passing of margaret scho. maybe 2009 will be the year when the fog lifts and i can start actually living. again, i'm reservedly optimistic. this was the first thanksgiving and christmas that didn't hurt in a long time, so here's hoping here's hoping here's hoping.
pills. marijuana. alcohol. cocaine. ecstasy. dopamine. seratonin. obama. cheney. race relations. arms race. armageddon.
na na na na na na na na na na na na na na yeah.
the smell of hospitals in winter.
going to vinny's dad's wake tonight. blah. he's a strong dude i think he'll be fine, but my heart hurts for him. that sounds corny but fuck ya'll.
counting crows making me feel all depressed and shit. end that. got a book about how to copyright and market my songs. woot. im gonna go smoke a cig, have another cup of coffee and read that shit.
2009 = jim(flows) in headphones?
i sure do hope so . a dream come true would be excellent.