Tonight was kinda disturbing, I spent the last hour and a half or so trying to comfort someone else's four month old child who was being ignored from a room a few yards across the hall after I woke up on the floor in the family room of their house. I got my shirt peed on through his pajama's in the process, and nothing I... Read More
Well I went to see Static X last night and it was awesome and crazy and all the good things a concert like that could be. I probably should have ate more than a bowl of rice yesterday though, I just didn't think I'd be doing anything like moshing or drinking excessively. So that led to me having to cut out of... Read More
The world seems to be having one great big collective blah today, and it bugs me, quite irrationally, that there's nothing I can do to stop it. Not to mention there's a billion and one things running through my head on an otherwise empty day to complicate matters, but I'm starting to realize that's how I like it.
Isn't it funny how the things that bug us most are sometimes the things we can't live without?
I'm glad to hear you'll be selling that cottage. That sounds like a smart move - like turning the page to a new chapter. Do whatever you can to get out there... there's so much world just waiting to mean something to you... to completely change you or the way you see things.
I can't wait to drop everything and get lost in the world for a few months. Get by on a few bucks and the generosity of locals... who knows... its always been a dream of mine...
Thanks for the good tidings! You have a good one too.
Today I went to the lake with Maria and I think something about that place transformed me. After I was done I felt energized somehow, maybe it was the sunlight, maybe it was swimming across the whole lake, maybe it was finally telling somebody about what's really been bugging me these past few months.
I just got finished singing my son to sleep a few... Read More
Jameson Irish Whiskey is the devil, and just as deceitful.
Also there's nothing quite like seeing plumbers and construction workers and all sorts of contractors jumping up and dancing like hippies to Rusted Root's "Ecstacy" in a dead man's garage.
Sometimes I think happiness could be sustained forever merely by appreciating all the odd little ironies in life.
My flesh is wearing thin from one more ravaging
Mundane and resonating
I'm tired and it's too tight
As this desire to peel away and pile
All the used up fragments on the floor
Tips the balance in its favor
Wrenches around my stomach
Squeezing out a sound so softly
But just to start
Mere moments before the night grows pale and blue
Seducing a... Read More
Another day of plans shot to shit, I guess that means another day of drinking and writing shitty lyrics/poetry, meh.
I must not take for granted a single second of this seemingly pointless day. Even the seconds that I am completely out of cigarettes!!!
That's ok....I'm trying to quit, I'm trying to quit, just breathe.....brainwash yourself out of addiction....find a calm center......fuck that, I'm gonna... Read More