we’re just ordinary people

TIDE—>  nevermind;;

i                         am                           sure
[i              have
made                                            up
                 my         mind]

{it’s astounding,
time is fleeting
takes it’s toll}

so, xanga is being a transvestite


Y look, sometimes, you just reach your maximum capacity, get too full of it, and you spill over the side of the glass. sometimes only a little, but at times the impact is so much that the glass over flows, tips over, and breaks. it’s the laws of physics. it is just modern science, this world.

why don’t you just take a 100 mile hike in my shoes

jobeth and i went on an espcapade to dallas
arts festival was okay, it’s just an excuse to go.

>>thanks jobeth for letting me experiment
with your camera, much appreciated

i’ve always wished i were a photographer.
but it seems like i’m turning into quite the hair stylist, i have cut and styled three peoples hairs in one day. ohhhyeah, who’s next?

and rob says, ” you love love love, and then you die.”

it’s the sense of touch. in any real city, you walk, you know? you brush past people, people bump into you. in LA, nobody touches you. we’re always behind this metal and glass. i think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.

i’m kind of falling out of this xanga trend.
CRASH was a great movie, go see it. i mean it

i think i will have some huge psychological outburst one of these days, and wipe out an entire nation.

{i keep on talking trash
but i never say anything}

i feel
doing a
at once              
have you felt that?
                    like the earth is shattering
                              beneath our feet. fast.
                            let’s start a revolution.

it was the best night of my life.

conor was five feet away from me
and i danced to the faint
and i had great company

“yours is the first face that i saw,
i think i was blind before i met you.”

>> sometimes, i feel the urge to break out typing up a monologue, or speaking it. but then, there isn’t really anybody there that’ll read anything that long. or listen to you talk and talk on, with out interruptions. so, i keep it in.

do you ever feel that?

bright eyes is tomorrow.