Strange mood today, feel like yesterday there wasn't enough time to finish what i started. I started writing this short story and it's been years since I've picked this up- thank you uncaringmachine for reminding me that there was something more i wanted to do a long time ago.
I finally spent a night home for the first time since last thursday. My home sometimes never feels that way at all. I live out of a suitcase 90% of the time, i feel it happening again.
And i suppose some things are about compromise, and i do for you and you do for me- but right now i don't really want to do anything. I want to miss, I want to think, want to blissfully take it all in.
I rented "The Forgotten" and it sorta disturbed me, overall it wasn't what i thought it would be, but it got me thinking. What if you were to wake up one morning and the life you lead is no longer there. The child you thought died is somewhere alive, but everyone tells you that you were never even pregnant....pictures are erased, and it seems that life never even existed-
and now you are the crazy one. i think it put a million randon thoughts in my head 
lots of past thoughts rolling around..
Girls are funny with this shit- we remember dates and times and places, and we can say to ourselves on this day last year i was....anniversaries and such nonsense bullshit. And in the spirit of this week last year my life changed and actions were taken that don't get taken back... and justin you left us behind. i'd have held on just a little tighter if i knew that this was the last time i would have seen you.
In my dreams i linger in doorways- i'm running late, always, always, always running
wandering thoughts of junk and uselessness keep me occupied. i miss you. Love your warm sheets out of the dryer- felt so good on my naked skin.
When i'm awake i am in awe, it's delicious, close my eyes once more, pressed up against the cold glass in the morning waving goodbye it keeps me warm
I finally spent a night home for the first time since last thursday. My home sometimes never feels that way at all. I live out of a suitcase 90% of the time, i feel it happening again.
And i suppose some things are about compromise, and i do for you and you do for me- but right now i don't really want to do anything. I want to miss, I want to think, want to blissfully take it all in.
I rented "The Forgotten" and it sorta disturbed me, overall it wasn't what i thought it would be, but it got me thinking. What if you were to wake up one morning and the life you lead is no longer there. The child you thought died is somewhere alive, but everyone tells you that you were never even pregnant....pictures are erased, and it seems that life never even existed-
and now you are the crazy one. i think it put a million randon thoughts in my head lots of past thoughts rolling around..
Girls are funny with this shit- we remember dates and times and places, and we can say to ourselves on this day last year i was....anniversaries and such nonsense bullshit. And in the spirit of this week last year my life changed and actions were taken that don't get taken back... and justin you left us behind. i'd have held on just a little tighter if i knew that this was the last time i would have seen you.
In my dreams i linger in doorways- i'm running late, always, always, always running
wandering thoughts of junk and uselessness keep me occupied. i miss you. Love your warm sheets out of the dryer- felt so good on my naked skin.
When i'm awake i am in awe, it's delicious, close my eyes once more, pressed up against the cold glass in the morning waving goodbye it keeps me warm
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The photo was trimmed to get rid of my ugly razor burn.
Looks like were both going through are own brand of shit. Hope yours gets better soon.
[Edited on Mar 03, 2005 2:29PM]
keep it up if you want
i really dont need it though
i know im a pretty good writer
i think
if youre gonna be a writer
you have to be cocky
i mean
its pretty arrogant to think that im that special that people will pay money to read thoughts and words and images and stories from me
but
luckily im pretty special - see ego, i told ya im ridiculous
anyway
the new poem on my page is unfinished
im leaving it up there to stare at it a while to see how i should change it
interesting that you mentioned working in strip clubs
down here in new orleans
without a good job and whole lot of friends to keep me busy
ive wasted much to much money at strip clubs
and thats definitely something im stopping
and
im just going all out to get back on track
i guess
so
with that in mind
im outta here
to go to a job interview
for a marketing firm and AAA
- one place is hiring strip club DJs and i will prbably stop there cause im a decent DJ and ive done that before
and cash every night is cool but itll remind me of money ive spent , d'oh-
anyway
hows the training coming
?