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I'm happy, hope you're happy too-oo-oo...

Thing have been weird for me lately, but in a pretty good way.


I got happy and stuff, and I have a really good perspective on things.





I still have no idea what I'm doing with my life, though. Trouble is, I don't want to decide yet but I have to. I'm pretty sure I'm NOT going to take a summer course because I want...
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From the wrinkles on my forehead
To the mud upon my shoe
Everything's a memory
With strings that tie to you

In my dream I'm often running
To a place that's out of view
Of every kind of memory
With strings that tie to you

And though a change has taken place
And I no longer do adore her
Still every God forsaken place
Is...
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I bought The Decemberists: A Practical Handbook DVD maybe a half hour ago, and now I'm watching it.

I'd make sweet love to any and all of the members if they'd have me.



Or if I was in a position to take them, even.


Or perhaps not. Perhaps my true love would outweigh my lust.

Since there is no god, I shall never know.




Speaking...
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My last blog was cryptic, and this one shall not be much more revealing.

I think I should stop talking about how I feel until I actually understand how I feel.


I'll seem less insane.

What a horrible, horrible, terrible, terrible day.

I know it's today
So I guess you could say one recovers
It's odd you should call me
But then after all we were lovers

I don't wait by the phone like I used to
I don't hope for kind words you might say
You don't prey on my mind like you used to
But you can still ruin my day
You can still ruin...
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I think I'm going to go to California. It just feels like the right thing to do for me right now... I've spent so much of my life living it for other people, and that just hasn't turned out well.

I need something stable. I'm just sick of unstable forces in my life fucking things up. I have nothing stable here... But is leaving going...
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It's amazing how badly I've fucked up my life.

It's like... I do everything I can to get something, and then when I actually get it, I just can't seem to keep it.



I'm just a fucking mess that's desperately trying to be anyone else.

Maybe if I worked on having more than seven friends, I'd get more comments.


Or maybe if I grew a vagina.




Or if I had something to say.







Yep...






Met a girl, she was a frog princeessss...







Err... Anyway!




All is well in Brian land! The girl and I are done again, but I'm hopeful that I can be friends with her, and be a...
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