ohhhh shit |
I thought I knew what the hell was going on
and where its at
and where its going
but everything is different so all of a sudden
its strange
scary
cool
nauseating
ahhhh
what the...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 11:22:00 GMT |
ohhhh stop it.... |
I would just like to take a moment to
salute
and bring to your attention
the amazing group of friends I have come to aquire over the last few years...
they are
funny
loyal
understanding
careing
inte...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 23:39:00 GMT |
shmolitics |
I've never thought of my self as a pessimist
but I hear people talking of changing the world
and I laugh to myself........as if this world will ever change.
look around you
do you see a pa...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 15:05:00 GMT |
change: my bane |
why do some people stay close
while others
slowly
drift &
nbsp; ...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 23:25:00 GMT |
mmmmmmm |
its amazing what a drive can do to your mood
windows down
good song blaring.
I drove around for two hours today just organizing my thoughts
and processing the goings on of life
Things h...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 10:47:00 GMT |
simpler times |
remeber...
when you were a kid and exploring a ditch behind your house was adventurous and exciting
when riding on your bike as fast as you could until your legs burned and the wind st...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Jun 2007 21:11:00 GMT |
dont you just,... |
hate when
you get on myspace
and you like okay
I'm just gonna read what I got and get off
then your like
"oh, so-and-so has a new picture"
so you check it out
then you see a scandl...
Posted by on Sat, 19 May 2007 19:23:00 GMT |
my mother was telling me... |
about a time
back in the sixties
"when I was your age" she said
when you could walk up the a young person and ask them what they wanted to do with thier life and they would reply with excited&nbs...
Posted by on Mon, 14 May 2007 19:33:00 GMT |
what now? |
Driving down the road with a good jam on the radio...a cigarrette burning in my hand (killing myself slowly has never been so satisfying)
sipping over-priced coffee at a place we might as well call ho...
Posted by on Mon, 07 May 2007 15:04:00 GMT |
sick |
Sick
of not knowing
sick
of feeling like a substitute
for something better
sick
of not being certain
sick
of worrying all night until he gets home fucked up
sick
of everyone doubting me
sick...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Apr 2007 10:28:00 GMT |
