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About Me

"To me, love is love. I tell my closest friends I love them constantly, because I'd hate to miss an opportunity to make sure they know someone loves them, because everyone has days where they don't feel loved, and everyone has days they're down. And maybe, just maybe, me seeing them, and telling them I love them, that's just one less day they'll have to feel unloved, because they hear it, and they see it, in my eyes."
This little girl makes my world go 'round.
And this one keeps it spinning straight.
(If you haven't caught on, I love my sisters a lot.)
You said goodbye to me in the morning. I'm still mourning. As if you'd said goodbye at night, I'd still be your knight. But for the afternoon there's no cliche good enough for you.
Cities I've lived in.
1986-2005: Coleman, Michigan
2005-2006: Sussex, New Brunswick (Canada)
2006-2007: Midland, Michigan
2007-now: Indianapolis, Indiana
I am half-Porter, even if my last name isn't.
I've lost my faith in Christians but not yet Christ.
I've been told I have a positive set of morals and values. I like to think that holds true.
I speak spanish, and chances are if I'm speaking it around you, yes, I'm talking about you.

My Interests

Giraffes and four leafed clovers because tattoos are addicting.

I'd like to meet:

"There's something about outward appearances that has always been important to me. I always thought I was so ugly. I mean, I really did. I remember being in L.A. at my mom's house as a little kid and just staring into the mirror for hours. It was like, it if I looked long enough, maybe I'd finally be handsome. It never worked. I just got uglier and uglier. Nothing about me ever seemed good enough. And there was this sadness inside me-this hopelessness. Focusing on my physical appearance was at least easier than trying to address the internal shit. I could control the external-at least, to a point. I could buy different clothes, or cut my hair, or whatever. The pit opening up inside me was too frightening to even look at. But I could get a new pair of shoes and, here, I can make sure I'm clean shaven and have good skin. It's so shallow and ridiculous and I see it, I do, but I'm powerless to change. I mean, I don't know how to change. All I can do is just shoot more goddamn drugs." -An excerpt from Tweak, by Nic Sheff.

Anne Braden
Nic Sheff

Any band need bass, keys, or backup vocals? Let's hook it up.

Music:

is my lover.

Movies:

rarely make me cry, but have an effect all the same.

Television:

doesn't exist in my world.

Books:

are the anti-drug.

Heroes:

Joni.
Michael.
Rob.
Emily.
Kyle.
Shaelynn.
Katie.
Jessi.
Nicole.
In short, people who love.

So of course, this also includes the greatest example of love ever demonstrated.

Jesus Christ.

My Blog

It’s a story.

Music used to make my soul soar, before it was eaten. I think that first summer was the first one that really meant anything to me. I think that the first time I picked it up, rolled it around in my ...
Posted by Mickey on Fri, 30 May 2008 01:00:00 PST

A rare wonderful thing written about me.

I've written several (what an understatement) blogs about people who mean a lot to me. I guess this was a pleasant surprise, to read this.The following is from my mom's blog, on Blogspot (our entire ...
Posted by Mickey on Wed, 28 May 2008 01:59:00 PST

Love like I've never known.

I was sitting in the bottom of the Student Centre at Bethany Bible College, in the early fall of 2005. I was still a bit nervous, as I didn't make many friends very quickly. I was sitting with a few...
Posted by Mickey on Tue, 27 May 2008 09:02:00 PST

As we sat in the car...

I often write in my phone, because it has Microsoft Word. I wrote this awhile back. Don't read too much into it.I can write and think in freedom because you're not awake to judge me. You sleep next...
Posted by Mickey on Sat, 24 May 2008 03:02:00 PST

I hate attention.

Please, allow me to explain further.I've helped throw several surprise birthday parties for people in the past. Every time, the person loved it. Danna cried (I didn't really understand that reaction...
Posted by Mickey on Thu, 15 May 2008 06:25:00 PST

Words, or whatever.

Take a breath tonight. Make this your last stand (your fight). You're waiving a right. (Show me your might, your might, your might.) Suck it in, it's right (you're fighting you...
Posted by Mickey on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 04:53:00 PST

I listen to a lot of Relient K some days.

I do like Relient K. Quite a bit. In one of their songs, there’s a lyric that says "Who I am hates who I’ve been." And for such a long time, that really spoke to me. I fe...
Posted by Mickey on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 03:24:00 PST

You stand before it.

I’m re-reading a book. A book I’ve read more than once already. One that used to be my textbook. John Ortberg wrote a book called The Life You’ve Always Wanted. I remember Jess...
Posted by Mickey on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 03:33:00 PST

Ha ha ha...Coleman friends.

I read this a couple months back. I have no idea who wrote it. For those of you who don't know, Coleman is my hometown, of about 1500. Every one of these accurately describes at least one ...
Posted by Mickey on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 05:06:00 PST

So often I wonder...

I look at a scene kid's MySpace, and they have all these pictures of themselves (so often obviously taken all at the same time), and you know they say to themselves "I can't wait to put these on MySpa...
Posted by Mickey on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 02:14:00 PST