044. fuck love. |
that's right, fuck love. and if you're in love, then fuck you too.i hope i never fall in love again. i never want to be that open and vulnerable again. it's not worth it.
Posted by on Sun, 18 Nov 2007 03:05:00 GMT |
043. You reap what you sow. |
well, i had my turn, now it's yours. go on, lay it on me. i have to warn you though, i'm pretty full of myself and don't take kindly to serious criticism of my character. i will probably sink so low a...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 11:23:00 GMT |
042. The truth hurts. |
this is one of those "leave a comment and i'll tell you what i think about you" blogs, except, i'm actually going to tell you what i really think about you on mine. so don't get your panties in a wad,...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 22:59:00 GMT |
041. Dont stop. |
since i don't post much at all anymore, i'm just going to use this post to say random things that pop into my mind and i feel that i should share them with whoever is willing to take the time to read....
Posted by on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 01:20:00 GMT |
040. I do not want this. |
I am a speck of dust in the infinite. My existence means nothing. Who am I to think that what I say has any merit in the entire span of mankind. I am nothing. I am no one. Everything I've accumulated ...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 22:11:00 GMT |
039. Oh my God! |
I just saw Owen and sat on the stage right infront of him the entire show. AND! I talked to Julian Casablancas (of The Strokes) on the phone just a couple of minutes ago. Could this night get any b...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Mar 2006 22:24:00 GMT |
038. The long goodbye. |
I found out this morning that one of my friends that I used to go to school with killed himself. I'm still in disbelief that it actually happened. I mean, he just got married back in November, you'd t...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jan 2006 12:36:00 GMT |
037. These winter months get so boring... |
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jan 2006 14:01:00 GMT |
036. Sigh. |
I wish I could get out of Knoxville. I wish I could just drive and drive until I feel like stopping. I want to go back out West, and stay in the desert for a few weeks. I want to leave everyone and ev...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Sep 2005 00:56:00 GMT |
035. Paranoia. |
It's 3 AM, and I am driving down a lonely road after taking my friend Phillip home. Things are good, I have Kings of Leon blaring and I am feeling just fine. Then a car comes over the small hill infro...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Sep 2005 00:32:00 GMT |
