this is nuts.i haven't written in here in over six months. so much has changed...i moved out. i live on my own with erica bizoch in tampa. i quit cracker barrel at the end of march and went to cali for the week with grace. when i came back, i had a serving job at an upscale bar and grille in the cpark area. i started bartending there too within the ( Read more... )

45 hours in four days. i crashed at 11:30 last nite and woke up at 2 o clock this afternoon. then i took another nap from 4-5.

my body's exhausted.

school starts on monday.

i wonder where i'm gonna find the energy to do this.

bonfire at the silva's this saturday nite at 6 o clock. hit me back if you need directions.

i thought that if i could only see you once again
that i would gain the closure i never had
that i would look into your eyes and realize that we were never meant to be
that i would find my friend in this tangle of half truths we find ourselves in
but i never thought it would amount to this.

even here, you plague my dreams.
i just want to escape
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so everytim i look at someone's lj or myspace, this computer closes the window ( Read more... )

biggest annoyance equals talking on the phone with someone and having them talk to someone else that's with them...while you're on the phone.

i'm leaving in one hour. i bought a book called "conversational greek in 7 days"...so i will be learning greek on my way to argentina. watch out...i'm getting all cultural. ;)

stevo: What do you do when your foundation falls apart? I don't know. They don't teach you that in school. Where were we going? I mean, really, what was happening? This life, it was crazy. I felt tired. I mean, halfway through the season, I just felt, inside, I was so tired. And I had this wave of melancholy just like sweep through me.

donnie: Dear Roberta Sparrow, I have reached the end of your book and... there are so many things that I need to ask you. Sometimes I'm afraid of what you might tell me. Sometimes I'm afraid that you'll tell me that this is not a work of fiction. I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. I hope that when the world comes to an ( Read more... )

andrew: I was a little boy and somebody made a shitty latch. That's what I think. That's what I think about the whole thing, OK? And I'm not gonna take those drugs anymore, because they have left me completely fucking numb. I have felt so fucking numb to everything I have experienced in my life, OK? And for that... for that I'm here to forgive you ( Read more... )

i can't sleep.

i had a nightmare about the accident. it was over a year ago...yet i think about it with every breath i take. it hangs over me...smothering me until i can hardly see through these tears. i never thought i could do this, take someone's life. my memories are still so hazy. a blur of a nite bathed in red and blue lights and ambulance ( Read more... )