Bill, just handle it.
Monday, October 29, 2007
If it made more sense, I'd be a bigger fan....
...but since it doesn't...
Comme Our Way: I just don't get it but it's something to watch.
Shameless plug for the big kid who, although he sports undftd, is a pretty fucking funny guy;
Site: Comme Our Way
Side Note:
Vegas has a funny way of making you materialistic. It's like how having the hiv or herpes must be like: you never know you're infected until you catch yourself lusting the new 3 series and uptight bitches with inflatable fake tits.
After reading that I doubt having the hiv or herpes would be anything like lusting after fake tits or 3 series beamers. Just an afterthought...
Recommendation: Get the fuck out of town for a bit. Go to a real city that has a metro transit that's worth a shit and grab some food from a restaurant that isn't in a casino. You'll thank me once you get back and feel instantly better about driving your '96 Kea.
Comme Our Way: I just don't get it but it's something to watch.
Shameless plug for the big kid who, although he sports undftd, is a pretty fucking funny guy;
Site: Comme Our Way
Side Note:
Vegas has a funny way of making you materialistic. It's like how having the hiv or herpes must be like: you never know you're infected until you catch yourself lusting the new 3 series and uptight bitches with inflatable fake tits.
After reading that I doubt having the hiv or herpes would be anything like lusting after fake tits or 3 series beamers. Just an afterthought...
Recommendation: Get the fuck out of town for a bit. Go to a real city that has a metro transit that's worth a shit and grab some food from a restaurant that isn't in a casino. You'll thank me once you get back and feel instantly better about driving your '96 Kea.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Would it still be safe to stay?
Last year was one of our better years.
It's okay to look back and second guess. I see the end of the summer like a starter gun. It was the new beginning. The restart of tomorrow. I feel it's been a long time since her eyes have met with mine and I'm glad she made up her mind. i wish I had something more to give to those brief fleeting memories; A smile, a nod, a good day maybe. A captured moment from when I was younger, the fire never abating as I forged forward into my current place its fuel a mixture of what was and what might be. It would be nice to look back and say that I proved myself right. I would be nice to look back and say that everything that's been done was for a reason; an unsalable truth that led me onward to what's right. That'd be nice to know. Unfortunately all I really have are those lost uncaptured yesterdays as proof to myself that they happened. I wish I had something to convey the senses of my youth. I want for nothing save proof to my children and myself that I lived with everything I had to give. It always seems that I watch people leave my life with the setting of the sun. Their backs turning to face their own futures but with our time a moment of escaped predominance, a safe memory of what was something to build on. I really can't dream anymore since those days have left. I've become stale air in a confined room; not moving and nowhere to go. I don't miss her nearly as much as I miss the smell of her hair on the other side of the bed. I miss her singing me to sleep.
Last year really was one of my better years.
It's okay to look back and second guess. I see the end of the summer like a starter gun. It was the new beginning. The restart of tomorrow. I feel it's been a long time since her eyes have met with mine and I'm glad she made up her mind. i wish I had something more to give to those brief fleeting memories; A smile, a nod, a good day maybe. A captured moment from when I was younger, the fire never abating as I forged forward into my current place its fuel a mixture of what was and what might be. It would be nice to look back and say that I proved myself right. I would be nice to look back and say that everything that's been done was for a reason; an unsalable truth that led me onward to what's right. That'd be nice to know. Unfortunately all I really have are those lost uncaptured yesterdays as proof to myself that they happened. I wish I had something to convey the senses of my youth. I want for nothing save proof to my children and myself that I lived with everything I had to give. It always seems that I watch people leave my life with the setting of the sun. Their backs turning to face their own futures but with our time a moment of escaped predominance, a safe memory of what was something to build on. I really can't dream anymore since those days have left. I've become stale air in a confined room; not moving and nowhere to go. I don't miss her nearly as much as I miss the smell of her hair on the other side of the bed. I miss her singing me to sleep.
Last year really was one of my better years.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
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