New song/poem |
I am taking breaths, but nothing is getting let outI am eating a lot of food, but I don't taste a thingI am screaming at the world but no one hears my shoutI am sucking in a lot of yang to get no ying...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Feb 2009 16:52:00 GMT |
working title |
.. ..Working man Blues .. I am back umongst the working class once again. It has been a very wierd week of progression and recession. I am making less then I did 10 years ago. I am working harder ...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jan 2009 07:49:00 GMT |
Growing up |
I hate to admit it, but I might be growing up, but just a little bit. I played some volleyball today and I ended up on a team with a guy who I will classify as mildly retarded.He stared a...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Nov 2008 14:35:00 GMT |
Time Vs Money |
Life is so ironic sometimes it hurts.
Things are so hurried sometimes with work and everything that there is no time to enjoy things. Then life can come to a screeching halt...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Nov 2008 16:30:00 GMT |
working |
I'm just a working
I'm just a working
I'm just a working on it
..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
There isn't a worse job in the world the trying to look b...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Oct 2008 20:49:00 GMT |
living the dash |
I was watching a Dylan biography, on of all places the Bio chanel and it brought up a quote of his, are you busy being born, or are you busy dieing.
I was then struck with, which am I. I think I am l...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Sep 2008 16:32:00 GMT |
Summer |
I love summer. It is still only my third favorite season, but it is so much better then 4.
My family has a sting of birthdays this month. Mine was the 1st, my sisters is the...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jul 2008 08:23:00 GMT |
Will in Iowa |
This weekend in ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Iowa was a trip, obviously. The drive went better then expected and the hotel was awesome, a ...
Posted by on Tue, 27 May 2008 12:42:00 GMT |
The road |
I remember listening to my mom read Laura Ingalls Wilder books as a kid. The concept of her fathers itchy foot I did not understand at the time. Yet while the road was much rougher and more permanent ...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 16:39:00 GMT |
Hinged |
Life is crazy. I have been saying it a lot lately.
I lost someone a few weeks ago who in a lot of ways I grew up with, my cousin Fran. Named after my Grandmother she was a g...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 06:03:00 GMT |
