it has been nearly a year since i have posted to this journal. i spent an afternoon last month reading through my old posts missing the years ive let carelessly slip by ( Read more... )

i am getting married in 3 days. 72 some hours. and ill never be single again.

and that...

is terrifying.

like the episode from scrubs, where turk has no vows written and recites the monologue from when harry met sally.

i feel like harry.

i just threw up a little in my mouth ( Read more... )

feista del complianos esta el fletchersario.

dias del laboria.

el casa del camp musica.

ole!

( fiesta birthday party at band camp for labor day. be there.
with drinks in your hand and rock in your heart.)

(oh, and a new bed room to sleep in, thats not in a tent or on an apartment floor.)

fucking skid row.

i saw fucking skid row.

and slaughter.

and... tesla. well not tesla we could barely handle the stylings of the skid.

i made friends with old women. and their simple plan loving kids.

then i threw my back out.
lifting a mini greyhound.

fuck.

im freaking out man ( Read more... )

you know its magic ( Read more... )

THE DAY HAS ARRIVEDRoberta FINALLY makes a decision for herself, by herself, all with the work done by her. After 2 months, almost to the day, I have interviewed, chosen, been offered and accepted a real life job. one that i feel good going into, one thats going to give me personal satisfaction and growth, one that will test my skills and heavily ( Read more... )

my dog likes to play a game with himself. i think he might have an imaginary friend. he puts 3 toys (always 3) near each other on the couch and proceeds to jump and hop from toy to toy flinging and throwing and jumping and hopping. he looks like he might be mad. as in the crazy kind ( Read more... )

WHAT WERE WE THINKING ( Read more... )