it magically became plus fifteen degrees yesterday. now i'm a snowboarder, and so, to have positive degrees in march is technically a negative, but... it's amazing how we forget how a minor adjustment in temperature begs us to come alive. this city, unlike none other in the world i'm sure, breathes life when it gets warm out. it's as though all of ( Read more... )

... of my commute is usually a tell-tale sign of how the rest of the day will go. i somehow feel like the parking garage song (or the song that's playing at the exact moment that i roll through the garage door and into my usual spot) if a good one, makes me feel as though i can conquer anything ( Read more... )

i can feel it welling up inside of me again. i'll be moving right along quite content at the mediocrity of my existence and perhaps even happy, and then something happens. anything can trigger it. a phone call, a text message, a forgotten song and it's like the last six months never happened. i'll sit in my living room finding myself waiting on ( Read more... )

Dear Chris Clemens and Live Journal but mostly Chris Clemens ( Read more... )

alright ( Read more... )

i am heartbroken and i feel like it's all over too soon ( Read more... )

numb blank stare. slowly walking through repeated tragedies of trivial pursuits. eventually everyone's back is turned.

dear livejournal.
i feel like a hamster. i either have to get smarter or im going to run my little legs to death.

I just spent the last hour of my work day re-reading old posts from 2003/2004. I know it's pretty narcissistic but when I was about 13 I used to write short stories about my various escapapdes with the intentions of packaging them together to create an extremely angst riddled book of me ( Read more... )

um. am i allowed to say i had an enjoyable weekend? because i did.