tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33803022011-04-21T23:06:28.353-04:00Trying not to hide, aren't you?A look into the life of Joey: actor, writer, cynic, grinning salesman, psychotic industrial tender lover . . . are you sure you care?
<p>Age: 22
<p>Birthdate: 06/10/83
<p>Venue: Charlotte, NC
<p>Past: A broken boy from a broken home with a broken spirit.
<p>Present: Actor, writer, dreamer. Student of Life. Artist, Seeker of Truth.
<p>Future: Professional actor of the stage and independant film. Writer of wit, drama, and philosophy. Teacher, Director. And, I will be somewhere else besides here.a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comBlogger1301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-1123122573864100172005-08-03T22:27:00.000-04:002005-08-03T22:29:33.866-04:00ah, did you hear the death of a severely long dead blog, no? me neither, i wasn't listening. maybe, just maybe, i'll pick it up again, but more likely i'll start a new one. and while i say "more likely" that doesn't make it very likely. what can i say, i'm lazy as shit.a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-1067209218736677632003-10-26T18:00:00.000-05:002003-10-26T18:00:18.520-05:00I might just as well get a barcode tatooed on my forehead and strap on an electro-shock slaver's collar . . .
Cinch your tie just a little bit tighter
hold your head just a little bit higher
Are you any less a slave when
you fasten your own collar?
I'm not here to judge, mine is just
as tight as yours.
And I'll wear it on my dying day
on display
Surrounded by candles and flowers
More fortunate a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-1066873319517014772003-10-22T21:41:00.000-04:002003-10-22T21:41:59.230-04:00I'm thoroughly lost in a sea of distraction. I've lost a good bit of focus, at least focus on things I value. It's insane to want certain things so badly, but to spend all of your time hiding from them. It's hard to be unhappy, however, when surrounded by such interesting people. I find myself studying my companions with the eyes of a scientist. I've shifted a good deal of my attention away a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-1066810752788287472003-10-22T04:19:00.000-04:002003-10-22T04:19:12.730-04:00Archives, oh archives, where have you gone?a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-1065732837552630182003-10-09T16:53:00.000-04:002003-10-09T16:53:56.963-04:00Once again, I'm back after another hiatus. I've some more poetry I'd like to post, though I think I'm off my game. I'm not too satisfied with recent works, but that's the game we play. I went to Radiohead in Atlanta on Monday. Practically a religious experience. I got the t-shirt based on the these lyrics:
We Suck Young Blood
are you hungry?
are you sick?
are you begging for a break?
are a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-1059771241145790102003-08-01T16:54:00.000-04:002003-08-01T16:54:01.160-04:00Life's a constant party, only I wasn't invited. Eh, it's silly to say that. I've been so busy, I just haven't had time to play. Or work, for that matter. The paying, regular job leaves almost no time for the work I'd really like to be doing. I want to publish a work of fiction; even a short story would satisfy me. Only my schedule doesn't allow for the routine I need to fall into for this a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-1059428192773396322003-07-28T17:36:00.000-04:002003-07-28T17:36:32.703-04:00I apologize for the length between posts, but I've been exceedingly busy. I shot a film this weekend, an independant feature called Burning Darkness. It's a fantasy piece, and it was alot of fun, though painful. I'll be sure to update about how to get a copy and where it'll be screening, once it's finished with the editing process. Eh, but like always, work calls and I must depart.a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-1057347437761795882003-07-04T15:37:00.000-04:002003-07-04T15:37:17.820-04:00Funny, that we shoot bombs in the air to remember bombs in the air, and if only we were there, to see these bombs in the air, we'd only want to forget them.a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-1055890644080967102003-06-17T18:57:00.000-04:002003-06-17T18:57:23.670-04:00Death. I'm tired of it. Rest in peace, grandfather.a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-1055612001855209532003-06-14T13:33:00.000-04:002003-06-14T13:33:21.860-04:00If I can keep my focus within the borders of the shadows I surround myself with, then I'll avoid the cruel severity of the sun. Simple.a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-1055566737653940362003-06-14T00:58:00.000-04:002003-06-14T00:59:36.076-04:00So, Friday the 13th, almost a Full Moon. You can almost feel it's pull. The air is heavy with anticipation. I feel unsettled, uncomfortable. Restless. Nothing is happening. Eventless. But . . . the problem is . . . I know something is supposed to be happening. I'm missing some huge event, something crucial. But what? Something pivotal should have happened. I don't know why, I just feela pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-954976882003-06-10T04:18:00.000-04:002003-07-04T15:39:08.930-04:00And so, I'm 20 today. Party starts in 14 hours. I suppose I should be excited, but it really is just another day, just another party. They all blend together after awhile, no day is really anymore significant than any other. People come for the party. They can have me anytime. Well, the people here anyway. I suppose I would be more excited if there was something to make it different from a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-954264582003-06-08T01:32:00.000-04:002003-06-08T01:32:01.156-04:00I'm dumping the old Guestbook, replacing it with a new one. Someone should test it out ~hint~ . . . Oh well. Okay day today. Pretty typical. Tomorrow will suck. Also pretty typical. Blah. Boredom and lack of inspiration overtake me. I am a puddle of discontent. Eh, a pleasant good evening to you! ::THUMP:: a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-953645102003-06-06T06:13:00.000-04:002003-06-06T06:13:12.906-04:00Who the hell am I? Does anyone venture to guess? Someone recently told me I had nothing to be stressed about. This person knows me pretty well, or one would think. I was surprised to hear this. I thought my stress had easily apparent reasons, but perhaps I am wrong. Maybe I'm living under an illusion of stress, but, well, it feels so very real.a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-953636792003-06-06T05:23:00.000-04:002003-06-06T05:59:30.000-04:00Haha, I can't help but notice that "It's been nine months since my last post," is frighteningly similar to something along the lines of 'It's been nine months since my last confession.' Bless you, my child. ::snicker::a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-953634162003-06-06T05:08:00.000-04:002003-06-06T05:14:35.000-04:00Wow. My life is upside-down. Don't panic, it's not neccesarily a bad thing. It's been nine months since my last post, and I'm afraid it may be very apparent. I'll spare you, gentle reader, a boring explanation. I'm simply a slacker. No, not really. I've been very busy. Busy keeping my balance. Thus begins the end of the tight-rope walk. I'm glad to be back, but I'll be more glad once I a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-812191402002-09-05T23:19:00.000-04:002002-09-06T00:02:39.000-04:00::Ahem:: Well, it's not hard to notice that I have not been blogging. I don't know how many times I'll have to make this explanation, but once again my laptop was ruthlessly hijacked by my near-evil status mother. Damn. I'll try to catch up sometime, now that I have my computer. As a tribute to a friend, and my past few days, I must say, "Hello Dizziness."I don't know how I manage it, but I'm a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-805087512002-08-21T00:52:00.000-04:002002-08-21T02:44:53.000-04:00I've been slacking off profusely when it comes to the internet. I apologize deeply if this has bothered anyone. I'm tired. No deep rooted philosophy tonight. In the news: I sell knives. Hi ho.Okay, so I changed my mind about being tired. I think I'll catch up a bit. My last post was about Natalie being in NYC. Well, she eventually came back, and it was great. Then she left again, only this time a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-789578042002-07-14T23:36:00.000-04:002002-07-14T23:36:44.020-04:00Erm. Natalie-love is in NYC. I'm not. This fact is becoming more and more obvious to me, and probably to everyone else. I'm lonely. And to make it worse, I have Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday off work, so work won't be there to distract me. And as if that weren't enough, I'm out of books to read. I suppose the plus side to all of this is that I'll have plenty of time to write. For some unknown a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-788555302002-07-12T04:05:00.000-04:002002-07-12T04:07:08.000-04:00Next week is not going to be pretty. I'm not even going to want to look at myself, especially the inside. "If you think this is bad, you should see what it's like in here!" ::pointing to my head:: Not going to be pretty at all. Beware. I just might fall to pieces. And if something's in pieces "that means it's broken." Now serving . . .a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-788545092002-07-12T03:14:00.000-04:002002-07-12T03:50:02.000-04:00I'm seething with anger. I just blogged for miles and miles, and then my computer froze and I lost it all. I'm going to do my best to rewrite all that's lost, but I'm afraid alot of it was "in the moment" kind of stuff and may not come back to me. Damn it. Well, here goes: Ouch. Sometimes I hurt myself. Sometimes I hurt others, especially the ones I care about. And that makes me want to hurt a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-786379132002-07-07T00:30:00.000-04:002002-07-07T00:30:01.033-04:00Oh, my poor, poor neglected blog! I promise my absence was entirely against my will! Well, I've got tons of stuff to say, probably, but I'll need to refer to my notes (yes, I have notes!). The notes are far, far away in my room, and I have no will power with which to get them, therefore I will have to catch up later. Hmm, in short, job's going fine, life's going fine, I've got my computer back (a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-782136122002-06-26T03:05:00.000-04:002002-06-26T03:06:18.000-04:00My efforts are never enough. The feeling of inadequacy is my constant companion. Never enough. Always a road block. Always an obstacle. It'd be nice if it were easy, but then it'd lose it's value. It's beautiful, and it comes at a cost. Short lived sometimes, but always worth it.Things are so beautiful. Beautiful like a crystal glass. Is it beautiful because it's so delicate? It threatens to a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-781485342002-06-24T17:19:00.000-04:002002-06-24T17:23:40.000-04:00Okay, I know I've been MIA for quite some time, but it's not my fault! I attribute it entirely to the many evils of my family. But, to catch up, I did end up seeing The Juliana Theory, and they were amazing! Piebald and Glassjaw were there too, and they rocked. Oh, and I got the job at Waldenbooks that I wrote of before. It's pretty cool. I was supposed to serve jury duty today, but I was excuseda pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-775957272002-06-11T00:13:00.000-04:002002-06-11T00:18:25.000-04:00Today was my birthday, or rather, yesterday was, since it's after midnight. Not too exciting: my family came over, we ate, we socialized, they left. But I did get some birthday money, so I can buy The Juliana Theory tickets for Wednesday night. Yay! Also, I have a job interview on Friday afternoon at Waldenbooks. Wish me luck!I just marveled over Natalie's blog. She is absolutely amazing. That's a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-774495312002-06-07T00:45:00.000-04:002002-06-07T00:47:01.000-04:00I have seriously neglected this poor blog for quite some time, and I seriously advocate the harshest, cruellest, most unusual punishment possible for such an offense. ::ahem:: Well, since there aren't any suggestions, we'll move on to more important business . . . Where have I been?! Well, that's been a pretty popular question today, and the answer is . . . :drum roll: . . . :bump bum bump bum: .a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-772889802002-06-03T11:13:00.000-04:002002-06-03T11:14:38.000-04:00fallingfortune forgot to find me fallingforget me fallingforgive me for fallingfor failingfailing in your eyespaling in comparewhere do we go from hereplease not therei've dug my holewill you lay in it with meor at least fill it up around meon the cusp of the edge of the end of the lineholding your hand you're holding my lifelost balance, missed harmony, dropped knifehugging the cold hard a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-771340992002-05-30T02:54:00.000-04:002002-05-30T03:35:52.000-04:00How about a bit of Shakespeare?-----------TOUCHSTONE
. . . Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?
CORIN
No more but that I know the more one sickens the
worse at ease he is; and that he that wants money,
means and content is without three good friends;
that the property of rain is to wet and fire to
burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep, and that a
great cause of the night is lack of the sun;a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-770523432002-05-28T01:20:00.000-04:002002-05-28T01:20:24.280-04:00I've just had the most glorious weekend ever in the history of glorious weekends. That's all I can say now, for I've been awfully busy, and I am weary. Goodnight!a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-769102842002-05-23T23:50:00.000-04:002002-05-23T23:50:15.866-04:00Wilmington in no more than 16 hours from now, probably less . . . I'm drinking milk right now, girlfriend's orders, she seems to think that the calcium will help me sleep, and who am I to question that? So, milk it is. Too bad I want tea so bad. That is the only rival to cigarette addiction in my life, caffeine. I am worthless without caffeine. Sigh Two habits to break. Soon, very soon . . . Ata pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-768679822002-05-22T23:26:00.000-04:002002-05-22T23:26:03.613-04:00No need to panic any further, folks, I've solved the dire book situation with a trip to the library. Yes, that's right, I'm once again a card-carrying library patron, and it feels great! Triumph #2: I also managed to turn Natalie's library book on time. Score! It's confirmed beyond a doubt, I am going to Wilmington this Friday. I can't wait. It's going to be a marvelous weekend. More good news: Ia pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-768304202002-05-22T01:48:00.000-04:002002-05-22T01:49:25.000-04:00I'm out of books! I've read nearly every book in my house, and I'm about to lose my mind! The bookstore needs to hurry up and recieve my special orders, otherwise the world may not be prepared for my reaction! Sorry, had to vent yet another of my many frustrations. I long for satisfaction, contentment . . .a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-767878592002-05-21T01:29:00.000-04:002002-05-21T01:29:41.440-04:00Blah. 168 miles away, eh? Short trip. Undoubtedly worth it. Soon, very soon . . .I sleep all day and spend my evenings trying to distract myself. It's all I can do not to become a lonely, blubbering, depressed fool. Nothing is enough. Soon isn't soon enough. I'm a "now" kind of person. Not to say that I'm impatient, neccesarily, but the waiting and anticipation is driving me crazy. I feel a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-767076752002-05-18T21:10:00.000-04:002002-05-18T21:10:16.810-04:00Saturday night. All of my friends are out with their girlfriends. I wish I could say the same . . . I wish I carried my camera with me wherever I went. Today I saw two little kids, a boy and a girl, no older than 7 or 8, doing a "secret handshake." It was picture perfect. The innocence, their smiles, it would have been a great shot. Ah, well. Maybe next time. Haha, my mother hates my eyebrow a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-766807542002-05-17T22:22:00.000-04:002002-05-17T22:24:19.000-04:00I would like to formally announce to the world that I have a new hole in my head. Yes, that's right, I pierced my eyebrow. Oh yes, and yesterday I dyed my hair, black if you're curious. And man do I feel more hip to the groove now! Haha, happy trails!a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-765686572002-05-15T02:43:00.000-04:002002-05-15T02:43:33.473-04:00I'm weary beyond imagination. I'm bleeding already. The whole of my being aches. I've smiled enough tonight to last me three weeks or so. a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-765268082002-05-14T01:53:00.000-04:002002-05-14T01:53:26.996-04:00I suppose I will formally anounce to the world that I am no longer employed at Animal Medical Hospital. This is a double-edged sword, I suppose, for on one hand I have alot more free time. On the other, money will run short after a month or so. Also, the free time would ideally have been spent as much as possible with Natalie, but she leaves town on Thursday. Perhaps I'll spend the free time a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-764826742002-05-12T23:56:00.000-04:002002-05-13T00:01:47.000-04:00A poem for my mother on Mother's Day:Silver SunEnveloping and enduringlike silver sun lightImmersing always swirlingDrowning in crystal whiteUnworthy are my wordsconfined they shall trynot merely to reflectnor simply to seek whyFalling through a cavernsoaring through the treesLonging before sunsetDancing the ocean's breezeDreams find gems for eyesgolden hair flowing raysstumbling searching a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-764257922002-05-11T04:53:00.000-04:002002-05-11T05:00:34.000-04:00Introduction to an EpilogueI am perpetual sadness, I mourn for my life before there was you.The introduction to an epilogue ends with a solemn greeting.Saturated in my regret, there is naught left but a dry crumbling spirit.On some level ground we disturb our balance, only to catch a glimpse of ourselvesfallingin love.Dear Beloved,a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-763868582002-05-10T02:16:00.000-04:002002-05-10T02:16:49.530-04:00Ah, the great debate. Pleasure versus responsibility. All work and no play makes Joey a dull boy, eh? But then, all play and no work makes Joey poor. Sad day. I'm tired of having to work, at least the kind of work I submit myself to. The reality of it, however, is that without work there would be very little means to play, neh? Everything seems to require money. I think it'd be nice to have liveda pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-763320922002-05-09T00:27:00.000-04:002002-05-09T00:27:25.806-04:00Today work was long and hard, but broken down the middle with the most pleasant of experiences. It really is the little things that count the most. Natalie shows up at my place of employment with nothing other than herself and a White Chocolate Mocha Frapaccino from Starbucks. I might have fallen flat on my back behind the reception desk had it not been for my sense of proffesionalism, haha. Thisa pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-762720472002-05-07T15:14:00.000-04:002002-05-07T15:14:52.323-04:00I spent a little time in my old dorm room this weekend, celebrating Cinco de Mayo with the boys, and moving the rest of my stuff out. Ran into a few old friends along the way. Kind of sad almost, never see those people anymore. I think I would have had a serious case of the "I miss UNCC" illness if everybody hadn't been talking about exams and such. But I do miss the theatre department. Half of a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-762101102002-05-06T01:40:00.000-04:002002-05-06T03:06:37.000-04:00I felt like a waiter this afternoon. "Would you like Wheat bread or White bread, sir?" "Wheat," my customer replies, "I like wheat better than white." "And would you like that cut in half, sir?" "Yes, please." "Rectangular or triangular?" "Rectangle." I go inside and prepare my customer's order, and come back with the sandwich. I then pick my 3ft. tall customer up off the yard, sit him ata pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-761499682002-05-04T05:44:00.000-04:002002-05-04T05:44:45.260-04:00I hereby apologize for the short, fruitless entries that are to follow. Tonight seemed to be either especially boring or I was especially dim-witted. Either way, most of what immediately follows is crap, and you need not base any overall opinions of me, my writing, or this site on these entries. I'll say goodnight now, before I commit more web log atrocities.a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-761498162002-05-04T05:29:00.000-04:002002-05-04T05:33:09.000-04:00According to www.humanforsale.com I am worth $2,107,470.00.
Interesting stuff. I might even be tempted to sell myself for $2,107,470. Hmm, perhaps I'll put myself on ebay . . .a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-761496852002-05-04T05:19:00.000-04:002002-05-04T05:19:02.693-04:00"You know I'd watch the stars burn out for you."-Unknowna pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-761494832002-05-04T05:02:00.000-04:002002-05-04T05:03:47.000-04:00I've been contemplating the possibility of getting another tattoo for my birthday. I'm not sure what I'd get, or where I'd want it, but I want another one. Suggestions are welcome!a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-761458522002-05-04T01:33:00.000-04:002002-05-04T03:05:03.000-04:00Wow, Dashboard Confessional just got played on MTV. Weird. What is it with MTV desecrating my emo bands lately? First Jimmy Eat World, and now Dashboard . . . sad day. I found an intoxicant, by and by. ::Wink::a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-761452832002-05-04T01:09:00.000-04:002002-05-04T01:09:26.043-04:00The weekend is here, and I'm rejoicing. No work for two days! Rad, eh? I got my car back, huzzah! So much to celebrate, so little intoxicants, sad day . . . Oh well, I'm sure if I look hard enough I'll find something. Wish me happy hunting, eh?a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-761131462002-05-03T04:47:00.000-04:002002-05-03T04:47:44.786-04:00My mood tonight can be best described by these words: "I do not care for anything. I do not care to ride, for the exercise is too violent. I do not care to walk, walking is too strenuous. I do not care to lie down, for I should either have to remain lying, and I do not care to do that, or I should have to get up again, and I do not care to do that either. Summa summarum: I do not care at all." -a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-761124742002-05-03T04:01:00.000-04:002002-05-03T04:02:20.000-04:00I don't know where my life is carrying me. I seemed to have it all figured out, but now I'm seeing again how random the future can be. Six months ago I would never have seen myself where I am now, but that doesn't mean it's bad, it's just that I would never have guessed it. I'm happy with what life is throwing at me, but suddenly I feel less in control. I don't feel like I have to be in control a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-760694542002-05-02T01:43:00.000-04:002002-05-02T01:43:09.850-04:00I took a silly test, "What kind of Drunk are You?" Here is the result: What kind of drunk are you? Interesting, eh? Does anybody out there that's experienced Joey in a drunken state agree?a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-760681572002-05-02T00:53:00.000-04:002002-05-04T05:04:40.000-04:00Beautiful day. No work, plenty of Natalie-goodness, and a dash of puppy. Who could ask for anything more? Oh yeah, food. Good food. T-o-r-t-e-l-l-i-n-i. Tasty. My car is still in the shop. Shitty. I miss my peice of shit 20 year old car, damn it! And nothing was really wrong with it in the first place, just needs a little tuning up. I better have it by tomorrow afternoon or there are going to bea pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-760672882002-05-02T00:24:00.000-04:002002-05-02T00:25:18.000-04:00I don't suppose a person can hold their breath for 22 days, eh? Just a thought . . . sigha pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-760299282002-05-01T01:31:00.000-04:002002-05-01T01:31:10.636-04:00Convenience stores are truly quite amazing. Rare indeed is the place where you can satisfy four random cravings (chocolate milk, beef jerky, cigarettes, and ice cream) at 4am in just under 15 minutes. When I stated this fact last night someone told me I was a true American hero. Isn't that frightening? Only in America can you have those four cravings simultaneously without being shot, haha. a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-759915512002-04-30T01:22:00.000-04:002002-04-30T23:09:41.000-04:00Another day, another dollar. Yes, the only thing I accomplished today was going to work, and I didn't even get there on time. That's why they pay me the big buck, eh? Yes, I said big buck, not big bucks. I wish my paychecks came on those big posterboards like the ones people get from Sweepstakes Clearinghouse. At least I'd get some smiles at the bank, haha. Which reminds me, payday tomorrow, but a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-759526202002-04-29T02:05:00.000-04:002002-04-29T02:12:42.000-04:00I apologize, gentle reader, for I haven't written in a day or two, and I'm sure you were disappointed. Well, in my defense, I've been busy. I was going to write up a very short entry last night, but I was exhausted, and didn't trust my hand-eye coordination. However, I'll write what I wanted to write last night now: Two thoughts......that have been pervading my mind: "If you were the night, I'd a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-758402222002-04-26T03:38:00.000-04:002002-04-26T03:38:26.046-04:00All in all, a decent day. Work was work, but when isn't it? Dinner was with Natalie, but when isn't it? Haha, yes, Natalie and I do alot of eating together. The caveman complex, to hear her say it . . . eat, sleep, ::ahem:: . . . Yeah, whatever. Big music fest in Charlotte this weekend, but I'm afraid I'll miss the festvities, due to work. Pah. I need to audition for something, but it would limita pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-757977082002-04-25T00:48:00.000-04:002002-04-26T00:10:27.000-04:00If a tear falls alone in a garden, and no one is there to kiss it away, is the moon still beautiful? Yes.a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-757597712002-04-24T03:09:00.000-04:002002-04-24T03:11:44.000-04:00It is always wonderful to spend time with Natalie as early in my day as possible. It really gives me a better attitude about the rest of the day. So, as it always seems to, work cut short an otherwise wonderful afternoon with Natalie. Work wasn't too bad, however, and I had a very strange dinner break, spent at McDonald's. There I met a man very interested in my job, as well as the McDonald's a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-757167352002-04-23T01:21:00.000-04:002002-04-23T01:22:11.000-04:00I heard someone say this tonight: "To be careful in love is to waste the moment, the beauty." As much as I like the sound of this, I can't help but think how difficult that is. Love is such a risk. It is our nature to try to prevent hurt, yet, in order to truly enjoy love we must try to abandon this instinct to protect. I can't say that I have completely stopped being careful, but I shall strive a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-757159472002-04-23T00:56:00.000-04:002002-04-23T00:59:35.000-04:00Very nice day today. My day began with meeting Natalie at Starbucks. We then proceeded to spend the afternoon happily xeroxing, eating, and oohing and aahing. We xeroxed some stuff for Natalie's schoolwork, ate Chinese food, and oohed and aahed at puppies, kittens, and various other pet store riffraff. Unfortunately, however, I had to go to work. But, even work was somewhat pleasing. It went a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-756727332002-04-21T23:51:00.000-04:002002-04-21T23:53:56.000-04:00Quote of the Day"I would not like to be a fascist dictator!" -Ethan Hawke, after being asked what profession he would least like to have.a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-756723932002-04-21T23:41:00.000-04:002002-04-21T23:48:54.000-04:00I've been watching Bravo. What a great channel. First modern dance, now Inside the Actor's Studio. The modern dance was very interesting. I couldn't help but think about how interesting their sex lives could be. Ah, sorry, I couldn't help it. Now Ethan Hawke is being interviewed on Inside the Actor's Studio. He is a very interesting person, and I'm enjoying this alot. Lo! For once, good a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-756106982002-04-20T00:45:00.000-04:002002-04-20T00:45:00.773-04:00There is a chat room entitled "Crying Silent Tears." All the people in there seem to be crying, and comforting eachother. Kind of depressing, but I suppose it would be a kind of therapy. Hmm, comfort in strangers . . .a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-756089902002-04-19T23:46:00.000-04:002002-04-19T23:47:30.000-04:00Ah, I got off work at the gloriously early hour of 9:00 tonight. It's nice. I don't have anything to be doing, but not being at work is beautiful. Downside: I have to be at work tomorrow at 11:00am. I know it sounds pitiful that this is early for me, but, well, I'm a night person, damn it! I get off at 4pm, and then it's off to Travis's party. Yay! Party! I heard it might storm tomorrow evening. a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-755761132002-04-19T01:55:00.000-04:002002-04-19T01:55:23.123-04:00To bed I go, and thus is the first step to rearranging my sleeping patterns, therefore increasing my possible adventure quotient. Happy trails!a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-755751212002-04-19T01:18:00.000-04:002002-04-19T01:18:33.220-04:00I want to play some tennis. I haven't been one for athletics in the past year or so, but I miss the competition. I'll probably get killed by the competition, however, for my smoking will certainly have taken a toll on my endurance. Feh. One more reason to quit. Any challengers in the Charlotte area may feel free to extend an invite, I'm easy prey.a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-755731732002-04-19T00:13:00.000-04:002002-04-19T00:13:58.263-04:00Television is ridiculous. I'm watching a ketchup drinking contest. Sigh That is pitiful.a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-755725522002-04-18T23:56:00.000-04:002002-04-19T00:00:36.000-04:00My day consisted of very little. I woke up with just enough time to get ready for work, and leave. So, I've done nothing but work and sleep today. How pitiful. As a result, I have no adventures to blog about tonight. It's my own fault, I insist on staying up all night, and sleeping in. Maybe if I could keep more normal hours I'd have more adventures to write about. I'll work on it, just for you a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-755364592002-04-18T01:34:00.000-04:002002-04-18T01:34:58.860-04:00Hmph. Hardcore show at Tremont Music Hall on Saturday night. Feh, couldn't they move it to a night I don't already have plans? Hmm, maybe I'll call them and ask them. Haha, right. "Yes, Mr. Fairchild, all of the bands are willing to switch the show to any night you choose." Fat chance, but I wish. Haha.a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-755345992002-04-18T00:33:00.000-04:002002-04-18T01:14:27.000-04:00Another day off. Nice. Oh, and as prophesied yesternight, a haircut was in my future. I'm quite dismayed, however, because Natalie said I look like a backstreet boy. Pah. Feh. I watched Natalie's short film, Nobody's Business, this evening. I enjoyed it; it was my first time seeing Natalie act. Good stuff. Ah, I wish I could have spent more time with Natalie today. But circumstances and errands a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-754924992002-04-17T00:16:00.000-04:002002-04-17T00:16:31.546-04:00Today turned out okay. I didn't have to work, and it was payday. So Natalie and I spent the greater part of the late afternoon and early evening together. It was very nice. Good food, good company, and then later, new CDs! I promise, I don't like the bike better, Natalie. Or the music, whatever. So, two new compilations to add to my beautiful music collection. I smile at this. Oh, and Natalie a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-754921002002-04-17T00:04:00.000-04:002002-04-17T00:04:01.430-04:00As I sat alone, this one thought commanded my mind: I only like my reflection when I see it in her eyes.a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-754526892002-04-16T00:58:00.000-04:002002-04-16T00:58:24.486-04:00Today was okay. Nothing to put me in a terrible mood, like yesterday. Oh, I got asked to be someone's roommate this fall in Wilmington. Sounds delightful . . . a house! Oh, and a dog, and two cats. Lovely! I gave a tentative "yes" as an answer, and I'll work to save money this summer so it'll be a possibility. I also planned a beach trip for June 8th through the 15th. I put in my time off requesta pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-754141992002-04-15T02:18:00.000-04:002002-04-15T02:23:12.000-04:00I just wrote this, but I can't think of a title. Here you go: futile searching in a fruitful field, kneeling to hear the whispers of the lost loves that don’t
remember your name, skipping record is my life a metaphor, stealing away over the hill,
just to find an empty valley. don’t run with scissors or my heart, it just might roll from
your grasp like a ball of yarn, my feet trip over my future, a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-754131572002-04-15T01:25:00.000-04:002002-04-15T01:25:01.290-04:00Jinx Removing
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Talked out and now I'm feeling crowded.
All the errands in the world won't save us now.
Rained in and I won't come unclouded.
There's a stillness in the air.
I pray for sound.
We're too smart to watch TV.
We're too dumb to make believe
this is all we want from life.
And I'm too dumb to talk to you.
You're so quick to listen to me.
I'm saying nothing you don't know.
a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-754125022002-04-15T00:48:00.000-04:002002-04-15T00:48:44.420-04:00A very shitty day I had. I hated pretty much every moment of it. I haven't had a day this bad in quite some time. Things have been tranquil for the most part, but a day like today reminds me that all can come crashing down without warning. I felt very alone in my bad day too. It seemed that I was the only person not enjoying the day. Lonely. I haven't felt this lonely in a while. It's a wonder I a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-753813622002-04-14T02:21:00.000-04:002002-04-14T02:22:40.000-04:00I just had an extremely stimulating conversation with Natalie about religion, anthropology, humanity, and the history of the world. That was fun. Sigh But all good things come to an end, and she got tired and went off to bed. All is well, however, because I may see her tomorrow. Hurray! Is crying a sign of weakness? I was talking to some punk rock kid earlier, and he said he heard about an emo a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-753654302002-04-13T15:33:00.000-04:002002-04-13T15:37:15.000-04:00Ponderance for the day: Do we find love, or does love find us?a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-753645952002-04-13T15:01:00.000-04:002002-04-13T15:05:11.000-04:00Well, as you probably have read, my mother took my computer for an obscenely long amount of time. Today, however, she gave it back. ::silent celebration by all:: So, here I am gentle reader, back at your service! I must apologize for my mother's audacity. Oh well, let's put it past us, and get to what's been going on. Ha, now that I can write, I'm at a loss for words. It figures. I picked up a a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-751432962002-04-07T19:59:00.000-04:002002-04-07T20:04:44.000-04:00I think perhaps I'll whine. Waaaa. Okay, I'm finished, but still upset. My mom took my computer last night, and I don't know when she's going to give it back. So, here I am on the computer at work, just finished my shift, but the urge to blog is keeping me here. Feh. I've even got shrimp kabobs waiting for me at home, yet still I blog. I'm a freak, and I know it. Oh well. I posted a a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-751257622002-04-07T01:30:00.000-05:002002-04-07T04:35:48.000-04:00I'm very happy. I've just been laughing my ass off at Gasp! the latest addition to one handed molly's comic strip! Check it out, the link is, well, in my links section. Don't worry, you'll figure it out. Hahahaha! Peace.a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-751255072002-04-07T01:18:00.000-05:002002-04-07T01:18:55.066-05:00::Joey pinches himself:: Okay, so I'm not dreaming. Tonight was enchanting, certainly couldn't have been better even if it were a dream. In case you're wondering what the hell i'm blabbering on about, I got to see Natalie tonight. Hehe, what else could I be so happy about? I only hope she doesn't get in trouble for being home a little late. Why, I must wonder, am I so curious about rpg's lately? a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-751025402002-04-06T04:53:00.000-05:002002-04-06T04:53:34.000-05:00Haha, at some point tonight my blog recieved it's 69th hit. If you are responsible for the 69th hit, let me know, and I'll bake you a cookie. Haha.a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-751024702002-04-06T04:48:00.000-05:002002-04-06T04:48:15.153-05:00Sharsta's blog link succesfully added, score one for Joey! Oh, and sign my guestbook, it gives me a false sense of importance. I love that shit. Sigh I'm feeling all emo now. Tasty. Hahaha, I just read this really funny "guide" to become emo. Some of it is crap, but I'll share it with you because it is funny. It was written by some bitter emo kid I talked to in the emo chat room. Haha, here you a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-751017912002-04-06T04:01:00.000-05:002002-04-06T04:08:13.000-05:00Lovely evening. The rhythms of the night still echo in the back of my mind. Tonight I was accompanied by two of the loveliest ladies I know to NoDa for thrift shop and street drumming goodness. I've been trying to add Sharsta's blog to my links, but my computer is fucking up. Sharsta is a rad chick. Yes, I said rad. What a fun word . . . but I seem to only use it among my emo friends. This a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-750622172002-04-05T00:26:00.000-05:002002-04-05T00:26:42.960-05:00The nights are cold again. The days are warm, but the nights haven't followed suit yet. I am reminded that I've been disconnected from the world lately. I used to read or watch the news frequently, and listen to the BBC. Lately I've been absorbed by my own little world, my own news. I almost feel guilty now. I'll have to catch up, I suppose. I guess I've been disgusted lately, with war, and a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-114449792002-04-04T02:47:00.000-05:002002-04-04T02:47:32.980-05:00The moon, the sky, is a picture of perfection in the midst of an otherwise shitty night. I'm too tired and irritated to discuss it. I feel futile tonight. I want to disappear. Where?a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-114058202002-04-03T01:28:00.000-05:002002-04-03T01:28:38.546-05:00A beautiful evening. A beautiful girl. Good theatre, good food. What else in the world can a guy ask for? Tonight was amazing. Natalie and I went to see Book of Days, produced by the Actor's Theatre, performed at Spirit Square. I must say, it's one of the best plays I've seen in quite some time. Wow, I'm home early. Such is the life of keeping in good terms with Natalie's parents. As always, I a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-113323822002-04-01T00:15:00.000-05:002002-04-02T01:29:15.000-05:00In regards to all this "knowing people" business, an interesting quote: Knowing others is intelligence; knowing yourself is true wisdom -- Tao Te Chinga pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-113321732002-04-01T00:08:00.000-05:002002-04-01T00:08:48.826-05:00Home from work now. I hope you, gentle reader, enjoy the new color scheme. I never knew my blog was such a hideous color, until I viewed it from the much better computer at work. Why didn't someone tell me! My computer rarely lets me view blogs in color. I still need to do some work on it, but it won't be very effective using my computer, as I won't be able to see if I've made progress. Oh well, a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-113289442002-03-31T22:35:00.000-05:002002-03-31T22:35:01.473-05:00Today was a strange day. I'm very upset about Jack, Natalie's grandfather's dog. What a shock. Well, I'm trying out some new coloring on this, lets see how it looks. Not so happy Easter. Blah. More later . . .a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-113008712002-03-31T01:02:00.000-05:002002-03-31T01:12:40.000-05:00Easter. Christ is risen, eh? Ah, yet another reminder of my broken faith. I do wish I believed. I'm just not ready yet. Ay me! Well, in honor of this holiday, I will post this song::: COMFORT
i've found, this new life. i dwell, in His peace. my existence, follows after, His eyes. everything is content...everything is content for this love You've given me. but as the sun and moon turn, and my a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-112717832002-03-30T00:52:00.000-05:002002-03-30T01:32:45.000-05:00Behold! The Blog! I've missed it. Why does posting my thoughts give me so much satisfaction? I don't know if I can puzzle that one out, it just does. I'm feeling mildly political tonight. Why are all my political thoughts angry ones? That one I know: This world is, for lack of a better term, fucked up. In light of my current politicalness, I will post an inspiring song by my wonderful communist a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-112025452002-03-28T00:56:00.000-05:002002-03-28T01:04:31.000-05:00Ahh, the night. Cold, but with the warmth of the moon, and Natalie. That reminds me. I was planning on composing a poem about the moon being swept under a rug, but then it came back, and I am no longer inspired. Maybe I'll still write a poem, but it will not have the same mood. So, this afternoon Natalie and Sharsta came to see me. No, wait, they came to see the cat, but still . . . It was a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-111732332002-03-27T09:38:00.000-05:002002-03-27T09:38:38.236-05:00Okay, I have retrieved my computer. It was missing for just one day, but oh, how I missed my blog! Well, as planned, my mom fell absolutely in love with the little black cat, and was full ready to let me keep him but my dog thought the cat would make a tasty, squirming little treat, and went after it teeth first. Damn it! Mom says that if the dog wants to eat it, we can't have it. Fucking old doga pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-111286262002-03-26T01:13:00.000-05:002002-03-26T01:13:10.016-05:00I was adopted by a little black kitten tonight. I know, you think I've got that backwards. No, it adopted me. Someone was playing with it, and it looked at me and meowed. I picked it up, and it immediately went to sleep in my arms. Arghhh!!! The sounds of jealousy swept through the lobby, the kitty wouldn't snuggle with anybody else, but it seemed at home in my arms. It cried when I put it down a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-110930272002-03-25T04:20:00.000-05:002002-03-25T04:26:38.000-05:00I have been seriously neglecting my blog the past couple days, and I think I almost feel genuinely guilty. That's kind of scary, to feel guilt for neglecting a web log. Crazy world . . . So, the weekend hasn't been so bad. Saturday night was wonderful, I picked Natalie up at her house, we went to deliver food for her grandfather, went to buy tickets to Terra Nova, went to Kaldi's for coffee and a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380302.post-109986742002-03-22T01:01:00.000-05:002002-03-22T01:01:23.113-05:00DON'T PUSH LOVE AWAYby brett detar
Here's a thought, if you're willing to listen. I only tell the truth of the feelings I'm given. Can you hear me now? Listen. Whispers in the rain. Listen. Don't push love away, you know you do. It's all we have. It's a chore holding onto a vision. Don't leave her high and dry. She's the one you'll be missing. Can you hear me now? Listen. Whispers in the rain, a pariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08869402374397646218noreply@blogger.com