tangledupinblue

My dad just told me about how he managed to find a way to lose... reminds me of the Twins.

if you say so...

Wow, that's some serious stoned time if you thought the Dodgers were ahead.

You need to sit on the bench and let the camera see your agonized face. Great sports drama and all.

I thought the Truth was Paul Pierce?

I never made those promises. I figure if I'm going to fantasize about things that won't happen anyway, I might as well skip the part where *I* have to do something to deserve it.

ummmm, okay, then smoke the cheap stuff...

Seriously.

hey - i see you put the beer & wings shing dig on your calendar -- still planning to show up?

Y~!

*sigh* wow...

"After all a memory is the easiest person to love in the world" ~Beautiful~

My brother died almost 6 years ago, and my dad was devastated. I went through the necessary grieving steps, but needed to maintain strength him. A year and 1/2 later, he lost his battle with cancer. I fell in deep, no one could save me from myself. I had to do it on my own. And now, I adapt. My life is full and happy, with the understanding that I'll always feel guilt for not saving my brother. In turn I try to save everyone else. There are notches from our life that become a part of us, molding our character. Don't let memories own you, own your memories.

And while your at it, explain why it's easier for me to open up on your journal than it is in my own.

i wish i could take away your pain, or offer you words of wisdom, but i cannot. all i have to offer you is a :hug: and a

hey i watched that, in HD no less, it was pretty cool.

but you know why Johnson won? it was the white gloves.

Thanks man.
I drank enough for a few yesterday.

"Old New York City is a friendly old town,
From Washington Heights to Harlem on down.
There's a-mighty many people all millin' all around,
They'll kick you when you're up and knock you when you're down.
It's hard times in the city,
Livin' down in New York town."

Gotta love that Big, Over-ripe Piece of Fruit.
(Man, it's ALMOST FRIDAY.)

damn, we're eerily in sync. i just don't speak about it as much as you




I need a new way to express
Myself so you don't need to guess
What otherwise I'd say aloud
And watch it float just like a cloud

High up above you like a thunderhead
But you would just look down instead
And wait 'til foggy skies abate
And vapor clouds all dissipate

And when with them all my words for you
Have softly sublimated too
And you'll just hope that I've moved on
So you'll look up and find me gone

Phish, "Thunderhead"