it has been nine months since my last update.
much has happened.
i've since graduated from UEI with a certificate in computer systems.
i'm not gonna use it though.
i'm staying in the restaurant business.
my time at noodles&company is coming to an end.
it is time to move on to a new place.
where i can be payed what i deserve.
where i can be appreciated for ( Read more... )

I was in a car accident today.
I wasn't hurt, but i was shaking really bad.
Ho fucked up my rear right door.
I needed a cigarette.
I quit smoking 9 days ago.
For the first time in 9 days, I needed a cigarette.
I had a few.
This had the looks of being a very, very bad day ( Read more... )

this is where we start to fight ( Read more... )

Goodbye, Flea.
You will be missed.

Flea cadena 2002-2005


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i shed these thoughts of shattered hearts
and reassemble a man once broken.
i am a man of many arts
and through them i have spoken.
now i breathe a cleaner air
and find my smiles when you're not there
i show the world without a care i am a man with love to spare.
i see a future no longer misty
and roads ahead no longer twisting
and many moons of sleepful ( Read more... )

and one day it'll all unravel and come together at the same time
one day we'll stare blankly at eachother and reconcile
one day we'll shoot up on the river rocks and fall into the ocean.
sometimes the wind will blow us in a different direction
someday we'll fall on our faces
somehow we'll know when i'm in the north pole and you're in the south
sometimes ( Read more... )

people don't know me.
my friends don't know me.
i died in april of 2003.
that's a dirty little secret i have kept locked in for too long.
that's all i will say, though.
i died 2 years ago this month.
you never got to meet me.

ps/ not joking.

And I tasted it with my own mouth.

I'm in such a familiar place.
I want to speak, but my words to your ears
would be like enormous cracks
on the train tracks.
Derailment.
What a train wreck we'd be.
Accidents waiting to happen.
Golden hats swagger through our stages.
Mugs of coffee sipping themselves.
Numbers, letters, alpha-numeric.
Gulping air as opposed to ( Read more... )

It seems as though we've hit a rift in our relationship.
Livejournal, we are officially on a break, you and I.
I am better off writing entries in my cool/awesome/radder-than-your-mom journal.
I guess this is good bye farewell so long see ya wouldn't wanna be ya.

I cry in the middle of the night
because I know I just wasn't good enough for you.

sometimes i get the urge to spill my guts about everything that disappoints me and makes me angry and about everything that i love and makes me happy but i fail to do so and it stays locked in my head along with confessions that i will keep with me until i am dead and all the things i love may actually love me again and i hope and i pray that maybe ( Read more... )