"...our conversations full of the debris of lives lived without forethought, without architecture. We had not a taste in common. Our characters and predispositions were wholly different, and yet in the magical ease of this friendship we felt something promised us ( Read more... )

If there is one person you can't stop thinking about, post this same exact sentence in your journal.

1. Who are you ( Read more... )

ummm... I tried to do this earlier today but my computer froze and I lost every subtle, well worded sentence. You get what's coming to you I guess ( Read more... )

So here I am.... I know I haven't said anything about this here but for anyone that doesn't already know here goes. I'm on the east coast right now on the first leg of what could be the coolest experience ever. Lindsay and I are driving from New York to San Diego, making stops in Baltimore, Lexington, Nashville, St. Louis, Omaha, Weiser (Idaho), ( Read more... )

So... life has a funny way of throwing you head first into action. I got in a car accident on Tuesday night. I was going too fast not even half a mile from my house and my car went out of control and did a 180 turn into a ditch on the side of the road. Another three feet and I would have hit a huge tree and died. I was stuck and very very shaken up ( Read more... )

Step 1: Open your Winamp or other lesser MP3 player ( Read more... )

"this is the story of the boys who loved you ( Read more... )

"...the truth is that fullness of soul can sometimes overflow in utter vapidity of language, for none of us can ever express the exact measure of his needs or his thoughts or his sorrows; and human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars."

Recent happenings or lack-thereof in the life of Daisy Rebecca Cross ( Read more... )