March 2010
Streamside_The Album Leaf
I know I post a lot of...
February 2010
“I feel like a million bucks. How you feelin’?”
“I’m feelin’ like about $7.50”
To the Dogs or Whoever_Josh Ritter
Pretty good,...
Now I’m just a cowboy with no bullets left in my gun
Swim_Surfer Blood
Music for a long(&/or...
Long day at work today. Woke up late, and disoriented. Had to shovel my ass out of the driveway and hightail it to get there on time.
Not used to workin’ on Fridays so all day felt like a Saturday to me. Still does; I’m all out of fuckin’ wack. One of the residents started throwing up today, so I had to lend a hand in dealing with that. Like I said: Long day.
My eyes are...
Should I grow a mustache?
If so what kind…
“The only food in Russia is bowls of tears and fear kabobs”
School's closed [again]
If i had known it was going to snow this fuckin’ much I would have drank more last night.
Slight Figure of Speech_The Avett Brothers
Just...
“Thirty-two sopping-wet cutthroats, black-toothed rakes, traitors, drunkards,...”
Enough is enough
To think that my mind
Was so at ease,
An hour ago.
Filled with thoughts
Of serenity,
Or so I thought.
. . . . .
To say things that lack
Such necessity;
To hurt another person.
Have you ever really cared
About the one,
You say you did.
. . . . .
I seethe within
I see the red.
I pray it doesn’t boil over.
. . . . .
I long for the thoughts
I...
hi.
noraadele:
this is supposed to be fun, right?
Not all it’s cracked up to be. I dig it though.
--check
Feet, freezing—check
Hands, freezing—check
Heart, racing, pumping blood. Cold extremities—check
Classy Penguin_The Books
Listen.
little things
I’m sitting in a leather recliner chair in my living room—the “lair” if you will. It is old and its brown leather is wrinkled and beaten. There are tears in the thinning fabric where the leather, with its beige stitchings—which were probably a clean white yarn at one time—meets the metal edges of the outstretched recliner; exposing the fluffed out and dirtied...
Little Lion Man_Mumford and Sons
Absolutely...
disappointed
Out of the corner of my eye
I noticed.
So I stopped what I was doing
for you.
Little did I know, that when I was to look back,
disappointed,
at what I had been doing before hand
I would notice the mess I had made.
I had to debate with myself on whether I was going to write a hate fueled rant about love, commitment issues, and cynicism (in honor of Valentine’s Day) or write what was originally on my mind. I chose the latter.
I’ve hit a dead end in my life. I no longer know what I wish to do, I have zero motivation, and I’m constantly feeling blue. I’ve been going to school with...
I’ve been a wildly neglectful blog owner.
...
I really hate English majors
and sometimes, I curse the fact that I am one… I hope to never be associated with thoughts of pompousness and/or being better than another human being.
