December 2009
“Oh and let the rain fall down and wash this world away cause if it’s ever...”
Redemption.
I have my Muse again.
Over it.
Over
you.
This is a damn good song.
Finally.
I like James. A lot.
He makes me happy.
Where's the Off Button?
There are children outside my window playing football. They sound like apes. Moving to the city made me miss kids. Moving back to Florida made me hate them. It’s worse when the dads join in. They’re just as loud.
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Ahhh Yeeeuhhhh
Usher. Usher. Usher.
(that is all)
Yeah? So What If I Want This: →
In Our Bedroom After The War
Well. At least the war is over. I’d say that went well last night. Stairwells. Gotta love them. Who would have thunk that an incredibly long theological discussion could come from a humondo fight over how I’m taken for granted. Sadly, that didn’t make me like him any less. This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson. Oh well. That’s what Christmas Break is for.
Unclean, Unclean
This cloud, this fog is covering my eyes
I am walking but I’m not sure where to.
Her house, his song, was never really mine,
I’ll keep walking until I find you.
Such pain, such grief, overwhelms my soul.
Father have you forgotten your own?
Broken, Father, would you make me whole,
Or am I banished, given the desert to roam?
I’m obsessed with this song in a Beyonce...
Making these for the roommate Christmas Party. →
Song of the morning.
“I mean, I have my Fendis, but there’s no way in hell I’m wearing those on...”
– Michelle Trachtenberg, this morning, overheard on the way to work.
“Don’t look to the approval of others for your mental stability.”
– Karl Lagerfeld
How postmodern is this? But I like it.
I was just attacked by one of these: →
Billy Mays dub. This is hilarious. With a capital... →
Why I am.
I am two faced
according to you.
I am promiscuous
according to you.
I am weak
according to you.
But when have you ever asked me about my life? On what basis are you making these conclusions? I am human and flawed. I am a slab of marble . Perhaps I would be beautiful were it not for the blemish of the vein running through the center. But you want perfection, something I can’t give you....
Promoting my friend’s band, Marksmen?...
Let’s dance.
During the Day
I sit here At the window Waiting for you To come jogging past In your crucifix uniform You remind me of myself Perhaps (I wonder aimlessly) I could comfort you I love the furrows between your eyes And the ravages of anxiety Across your clenched expression You have the new face The coming face The face of no objective experience And you have chosen the path of muscle Toward your sorrow How private...
“Mistah Kurtz—he dead.
A penny for the Old Guy
I
We are the...”
– T.S. Eliot’s The Hollow Men
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"The Princess and The Frog"
So apparently there’s this huge controversy in the black community (not my opinion, I think they’re spe for a lesser majority of African Americans than they realize) over the new Disney cartoon, “The Princess and The Frog.” According to Sky Obercam ‘Maddy’ is a maid for a white family in the Movie. Really? Really now? She’s obviously a chef. In the movie...