"you don't know me"

Fucker.

Even my dreams tell me I'm an idiot..

I rode a motorcycle.

The liberation was symbolic of my morning.
And if I could write better, I'd turn it into something.

But for now, that is all. :)

Yay for two jobs.

How can such blatantly clear and obvious lines
sound. so. beautiful.?


Thumbs down for having to work today!

if I could write like t.s. eliot.

or if i could write just one line like t.s. eliot,
i would feel like i am an okay english major.

boo for sucking at what i do.

you were just a hook-up, but now you're so much more.
but as we're approaching the end of this chapter,
I'm wondering why the hell it feels like the beginning all over again.

everytime you fuck up, we have to hit the rewind button,
and someday the tape's gonna break and we'll be left with nothing.