December 2011
22 posts
What's happening?
I need a good night’s sleep. My body is asking one question…
Lemon Cookies and Tea
Tumblin’ at Two. Wicked alliteration. I’m absorbed in thought and timed by inspiration.
As pathetic as it may seem to some, I love writing to myself. You wanna know why? I’m an Aries. That’s it, I’ll blame it on the cosmos. Anyways, time to sleep and quit having so much excitement over something so stupid.
The Metaphysical.
Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.” The Mariner, whose eye is bright, Whose beard with age is hoar, Is gone; and now the Wedding-Guest Turned from the bridegroom’s door. He...
All In the Figurative Language
Article I read about Failing Hard Drives.
“-Don’t try to be a hero. If there’s time, get your data backed up. If there’s not—nasty noises, for example—get it out of the computer or enclosure, wrap it in anti-static plastic or aluminium foil and keep it safe until you can send it to a professional. Hard drives are very sensitive, just like those kids who die their hair black and write...
Cola and Toast
The other day someone said I’m too nice to everyone. Another person told me I’m a jerk and to never talk to her again. I guess I’m a different person with every individual I know which is kind of… exciting. Thankfully I am who I want to be around my Lady. I haven’t shown any strange facade like I have in the past. I guess this is as real as it gets. Everyday I wonder...
The List
I am not magnificent. I’m not even near perfect. I need help. Maybe if I start showing more selflessness, someone will take the time to show me the way. I want to be the best I can be. Not what someone else wants me to be. I want to perform at the House of Blues with a Band and songs I can be proud of. I want to play a bigger role in the charity work I’ve been doing lately. I want to...
Girls. Here's a couple of hints.
We guys don’t care if you talk to other guys. We don’t care if you’re friends with other guys. But when you’re sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn’t help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that...
irl
Don’t it always seem to go that you Don’t know whatcha got til it’s gone.
They’ve paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
November 2011
11 posts
Skrillex - Weekends (Tydye Remix)
One day...
