Unmotivated

i dont want to work anymore






:-(

I wonder if I could tie the ocean to your knees....

How many new begginnings can one person stand, everything changes so fast, everyone changes so fast, I am learning that I change fast too, everynight this week and next week (except monday night for obvious reasons) I am staying home, I am not going out, after work I drive home, get a cup of coffee on the way or what have you, then I stay in, play my guitat, watch Heroes, read...

I like reading, I have been taking my time with a couple of books the last couple of weeks, its been very intersting how, when you take a day off from reading, you come back to the book with a different perspective.

On another note, I m very intersted in vocal harmonys, they have been intriguing me as of late, I need a laptop to work on my music....

thats it for now

Amazing

Never take it seriously. if you never take it seriosuly, you never get hurt. if you never get hurt, you always have fun, and if you ever get lonely, just go to the record store and visit your friends

this, that and the other thing...

You fell apart at the parties of the upper class
You drank to much, now a picture says a thousand words
I am trying to say, what I want to say

One year ago

Try as I may im unable to speak
I grab you by the arm, I stroke you on the cheek
Your bed is unmade like everything is
Dark little heaven at the top of the stairs
Take me like that, ruin it all
Then build it again by the light in the hall
I drop to my knees ,say please darling please
Ill kill who you hate
Take off that dress you wont freeze

One more night

I start with your back, Cause that’s what he sees
When she is breaking my heart, she still f***s like a tee
Released to the sky look me straight in the eye
and tell me right now, That you wish I would die
You wont touch me again
So take what you can, leaving me empty just because Im a man
So good when it ends, we will never be friends
One more night, that’s all we can spend

One more night

The end should be a good one

One more night

I guess I sleep in my talk...er... wait...

So I have always known that I talk in my sleep, but, back when I was a heathen (HA) I was dating a girl named ***** (ha you thought I was going to say her name didnt you!) anyways, This was quite a few years ago, I pretty much lived in *****'s apartment in downtown Seattle, we spooned alot, it was glorious she had a little dog, I hated that dog, she loved that dog. We had a good relationship, went on trips together, talked about life, saw shows together, speant time with each others families, all in all we were pretty close, one situation sticks out in my mind from this relationship... let me share it with you....

I guess I have told some deep secrets in my sleep that made my last girlfriend feel "incredably close" to me, she told me the next morning when we woke up (after i made breakfast in bed and started the laundry of course) she said "she was glad we talked last night" that she feels she knows me "deeper then before" she said she "promises not to talk about it again" she "understands how hard it must have been to confide in her" and she is incredably gratefull and thankfull that I felt close enough to tell her about "that" I still dont know what the hell i told her.

Dear man from the cafe...

Yes, The french fries are self serve

Yes, they have provided servery utensiles for the purpose of trasfering the food product from the counter to your plate

HOWEVER

The french fries are not to be enjoyed while you are waiting for your Rueban sandwich, Please stop nuzzling your fingers into the serving container and picking forth french fries at your leasure, its disgusting, and it makes me not want french fries, and belive me, I LOVE my french fries.

This is the third time this week that I have stood next to you while you "grazed" keenly on the french fries, those hot crispy nuggets of gold deserve a better fate then your Plaque filled teeth, and engorged belly.

Also, please brush your teeth, you fit the "Computer programming stereo type" all to well

Sincerely:

The World

The life I need

Speaking of hitting the nail on the head....