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Monday, February 16, 2009

your song is stuck in my head

{down}irony [i love that word]{up}

i was in the same room as her twice. its like some twisted fix of fate that you dont realize is happening until its happened and done with and you know it wont happen again.

get my television fix, sitting on my crucifix.

need sleep. like, for real this time. promised someone i would get up early tomorrow before i realized i would be up til four again. and it is your fault. even though im not sure why yet.

that is all. more later perhaps. just wanted to press the "publish post" button.

"publish". i sound so professional

Monday, January 12, 2009

snippets of my life

piling up and crashing your computer screen. not my idea of a good time either, so no blame laid down. lie back, "your pupils big, rolling like dice".

ive been noticing lately, mostly because for once somebody cares, that i need to get out. "soon as we hit the hospital i know were gonna leave this town, and get new passports and get, get, get, get, get out now". i need a dance, a pep rally, a football game, a trip to somewhere lame, bowling, ice skating, seven eleven at three in the morning, a pool, a theme park, san fransisco, a good music scene, a ski cabin, a cabin at all, fishing, camping, timothy lake, downtown portland, shopping, skate park and burgerville, running under the bridge to hear the cars rattle its foundation, more hours with my legs and my ipod than with my neighbor, movies at cinetopia, your car, nothing important, everything that matters, the world. take your pick and take me there, because there isnt any public transportation in this corner of the country. fall in love and fall apart, because nothing is uncomplicated. i didnt even know it was summer until it was fall(ing) fast like you can watch me move if you really want to. paved with good intentions.

will i ever be good enough for you?

repetition

ps i love that you dont judge me. and thats not talking to you, though i hope that thats true too

2*R

Sunday, January 4, 2009

bad

questions that as of the last hour i cannot ask until later/whenever. and now im upset because im beating myself up overthinking and i feel sick to my stomach. sigh

ps no there isnt any point to this post