So, I said I'd actually update, and to be honest, I kinda feel like actually writing some thoughts right now...that and I actually have the time to for once ( Read more... )

As I sit at the work computer I realize the irony of writing this.

I need a new job so badly I can't even describe it. It's just not healthy, just being here makes me upset...and by upset I mean either depressed or pissed. I've started filling out applications. I pray to God I can find a new job soon.

In leiu of the entry previously here about bitching, I'd rather say this:

It's sans-balls cold out...ie: they have frozen off...

i'll update with a legit entrysometimes soon.

I'm still trying to figure out how to hold an eggshell, run a marathon, and not crush it. I wish my hands were soft enough, and steady enough, and balanced enough, to hold my life together.

It's really hard to defend one friend from another friend, so i won't. I've tried it before, it's always tricky territory ( Read more... )

I haven't updated in a while, feel like I should. I don't know, things are just kinda jumbled, I'm still trying to untangle things and get my life straightened out, I just never seem to have time. Unfortunately I know why, what I have to do, and I'm not incredibly thrilled about it ( Read more... )

The most beautiful things in life seem to be fleeting and trying to hold on to them makes them slip faster, like wet soap. At the same time, the relationships with people that should have some sort of meaning, sometimes don’t ( Read more... )

life's too busy, I'm too messed up, and I miss way too many people...dammit, I want free time again!

holding thoughts at gun point still won't get them out of your head. I had a nightmare for the first time in a long time...strangely, it could've been a happy dream in someone else's head.

After this trip, I won't be coming back to the same Denver, the same life, or as the same person.

I don't want to.

trying to smell the night and only grasping at the hints of cool moisture. the air no longer carries the hot trails of exhaust and dried sweat that permeates the hours of daylight that play stark contrast to a long drive home alongside wet ponds and silent crickets and soft skin. Tonight's drive carries little more than the residual chalk that is ( Read more... )