hey, lovers. 
its a beautiful day.
sunny and freezing.
i miss the way the sun reflects off of a snow covered mountain.
naturally, i have been lounging around in my underwear all day.
hopping a greyhound tonight to get out of town and hang with a pretty rad kid i met.
i'm stoked to get out of chester. see some new faces and places.
sunday is the day of truth.
steelers -vs- ravens and my bet on the consumption of the infamous pounder will unfold.
well, i have a pot of coffee that should be done brewing downstairs, and i need nicotine
i'm going to go indulge in simple pleasures and prepare to hit the road.
i hope you have an amazing weekend while i'm gone!
until then...
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from 1-11-09 2:20 a.m. been reading all night...
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it smells like pancakes and this book is great. though part of me wants to lay in the dark, buried in blankets, and imagine myself to sleep rather than finish it tonight.
its been awhile since i've had anything to imagine about.
ten days and this year is already better than the last.
b. washed me down the drain last month but the truth is i washed him down the drain a long time ago, when i still dripped sweat in my car and drove it where i pleased.
final pity fuck in a sleazy motel room.
the last time i lie to myself.
i can believe i let myself go on as i did for so long, but i wish i didn't have to.
i have awaken from a long coma, the details of which i am unsure. however i functioned continuously...walking, asleep, through my own life.
you don't even know who i am. i'm sorry.
scattered dreams haunt my sleep, when i'm so lucky to fall, but its alright...
when i open my eyes each day, the sleep ends, now. i am awake in my own life. no longer a wretched puppet dominated by whiskey soaked strings.
i can feel, when weeks ago i feared i had lost all ability to process emotion. and in my lack there of, not even caring.
strange eyes linger in my mind. the first to truly grasp my attention, perhaps in years. something to hope for.
well, i do believe in fate. however i also believe in karma. and the latter owes me a blow or two.
but all that matters is that i can hear the rain tonight.
when for so long all i knew was to lie in bed and let it drown me, like the drink.
i now want nothing more than to run blindly and feel thousands of careening droplets hitting my face.
because i'm not dead inside, anymore.
...goodnight.
its a beautiful day.
sunny and freezing.
i miss the way the sun reflects off of a snow covered mountain.
naturally, i have been lounging around in my underwear all day.
hopping a greyhound tonight to get out of town and hang with a pretty rad kid i met.
i'm stoked to get out of chester. see some new faces and places.
sunday is the day of truth.
steelers -vs- ravens and my bet on the consumption of the infamous pounder will unfold.
well, i have a pot of coffee that should be done brewing downstairs, and i need nicotine
i'm going to go indulge in simple pleasures and prepare to hit the road.
i hope you have an amazing weekend while i'm gone!
until then...
-----------------------------------------------------
from 1-11-09 2:20 a.m. been reading all night...
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it smells like pancakes and this book is great. though part of me wants to lay in the dark, buried in blankets, and imagine myself to sleep rather than finish it tonight.
its been awhile since i've had anything to imagine about.
ten days and this year is already better than the last.
b. washed me down the drain last month but the truth is i washed him down the drain a long time ago, when i still dripped sweat in my car and drove it where i pleased.
final pity fuck in a sleazy motel room.
the last time i lie to myself.
i can believe i let myself go on as i did for so long, but i wish i didn't have to.
i have awaken from a long coma, the details of which i am unsure. however i functioned continuously...walking, asleep, through my own life.
you don't even know who i am. i'm sorry.
scattered dreams haunt my sleep, when i'm so lucky to fall, but its alright...
when i open my eyes each day, the sleep ends, now. i am awake in my own life. no longer a wretched puppet dominated by whiskey soaked strings.
i can feel, when weeks ago i feared i had lost all ability to process emotion. and in my lack there of, not even caring.
strange eyes linger in my mind. the first to truly grasp my attention, perhaps in years. something to hope for.
well, i do believe in fate. however i also believe in karma. and the latter owes me a blow or two.
but all that matters is that i can hear the rain tonight.
when for so long all i knew was to lie in bed and let it drown me, like the drink.
i now want nothing more than to run blindly and feel thousands of careening droplets hitting my face.
because i'm not dead inside, anymore.
...goodnight.
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