Breakfast at Tiffany's

Everytime I hear that song on the radio at work I remember how I knew how to play it on the guitar in first grade.
And I would do so until my mother got sick of hearing it all the time.

Now, I don't even know how to play any songs.

I have also realized that in life I have to chose between poverty and misery.
Few have other options.
I chose poverty.

there's a place

we can't return to.
It's theirs now.

I will be Grateful for This Day

I always fall back in love with Connor Oberst at decisive points in my life.
New Favorite Album: Noise Floor

I had girl I knew she grew became a woman
now I think that she teaches at one of the schools downtown,
we used to roll the windows down
and play the music loud
smoking out in her car
Lost in west Omaha,
and we’d get drunk and kiss
our bodies twist like shoe laces.
And we never came untied;
I guess you were just my type.
You know that summer never stopped.
I still pretend I’m there.
Bands in the living room,
neighbors ain’t never cared.
So when I sat behind the drum set.
Your heartbeat’s what I tried to play.
With kick and snares so careless not in time.
So you got ahead of me.
And I guess I’m still dragging behind.

I had a friend who changed his name
but couldn’t change himself.
Never quite figured out
how to do with what life had dealt.
He put a needle in his arm
to calm his handsome hell.
who would have imagined it?
Could’ve worked out so well.
Now he's a shape that moves
like echoes through my empty room.
And there’s a voice that speaks
like someone’s right behind me.
I turned around and found
exactly what you would expect.
Clothes I left on my floor.
The papers piled on my desk.
But where the ink is
where the cause effect what’s meant by it
the story is incomplete.
The pictures’ left unfinished.
So I am writing my own ending.
I’ll let my pen bleed black or blue.
And I will color in the meaning.
It will be gold and green and true.
And I’ll learn to love my new discovered proof.
I’ll be grateful for this day.
I will be grateful for each day to come.

Some people are like vodka

fun
spontaneous
crazy

And the next day you wake up feeling like shit and you swear off vodka forever.
But it frequents social gatherings andd so do you and somehow it finds its way back to you only to dissapoint once more.

What's with all these whiny blogs lately?
I am so annoyed with myself.

It's kind of pathetic

but I really can't sleep if no one tells me "good night"

the things we do

The problem is that I really like candy. Even though I know it's not good for me, it makes my teeth hurt and usually I regret eating it immediately.
But it is just so damn sweet.

The worst thing about good candy is that you usually have to share it with some stupid people who don't even appreciate your generosity.
I could use some healthier vices.

I need to get out more.

Mind the Gap

I keep being interrupted by unexpected glitches.
My life is currently undergoing routine maintenance and my expectations are under construction.

I'd like to create some stability, and this is the last time I am going to say it.