I love my car. I love it because she's faster, quicker, and tougher than she looks. I love her because of the memories. I love her for the radio, for the therapy, for the transportation, for everything about her. Oh, and yeah, I'll always refer to her as my car, even if she isn't ( Read more... )

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Only two things come into my head while I'm asleep now. The first is insanely obvious. I dream of Natalie, I dream of doing anything, everything, and nothing with her. I just dream of her, here. Five more days... five more days ( Read more... )

My latest efforts. Thanks for the rhyming help Joseph. Couldn't have done it without you ( Read more... )

More, I am a blessed guy. And I really don't know why. Why I find myself in such a fortunate situation in life. All doors have been opened to me. None are beyond my reach. I don't know what I did or who I am to deserve such opportunities. I don't know who I am to have such a life as I have now. All I can do with it is appreciate it fully, ( Read more... )

I will not own another car for at least four years. Actually, I never really owned this one, it was in my dad's name. But, it was my car, and I will not have another for a great period of time. This is a bummer, to say the least ( Read more... )

He lost today, but that was fairly expected. He was playing the #1 seed in the tournament, and it was that guy's first match. Paul's been playing two matches everyday since he got down there. He's bloody tired. But damn, I'm seriously proud of him. He got past the qualifiers and into the tournament ( Read more... )

Remembering always that I am the epitome of the hopeless romantic, and I'm listening to Dave right now ( Read more... )

He stole Paul's bike while Paul was asleep. He'd never ridden before. He was drunk and stoned, and what he smoked was laced with vicodin. And he dropped the bike. He's fine, thankfully. The bike has $2000 worth of damage ( Read more... )

They're all wrong. Everyone's wrong. I've said it once, and I'll say it again. You don't know her like I do. You don't know what she's made of, you don't understand the way she makes me feel, and I see now that I make her feel the same way. I don't know how, or why, but I do ( Read more... )