Hello. Still. Happy.

I have a kid and wife and a job that pays me money. The only thing missing is me.

I painted today. I may read tomorrow. I wrote something tonight.

If I could do it over again, I would have gone home. instead of to the bar. Back when Heinken didnt seem like shit skunk beer.

Here I am. Rock you like a hurricane.

maybe some day....

things are going fucking nuts at work. there are so many people talking to me once.

i took a typing test this morning and my typing speed was at 142wpm.

why am i not putting this on tumblr?

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i have been listening to architecture in helinski. its not bad, sort of not bad.

im craving smooth darkness right now.

i am in serious trouble.

i cant help it.

we cant say two words without me feeling sick and i cant help but mistrust everything you say.

everytime i see her, i get further out into the deeper water where i cant touch. you are the shore and she is the sun setting on my horizon. tomorrow will come whether or not we want it to.

im sick of advertising. its permeating everything i do online, and its sickening ( Read more... )

I dont know why i have a headche today ( Read more... )

facebook sucks.

i have an incredibly long day at work tomorrow.

i sort of miss being able to sit at home for weeks at a time. and i sort of dont.

i miss you very much.