20130921

a good day completely turned to shit.

lift. atm. car crash. open gym. corn maze. theft. run. family videos.



the sweetest way to die

20130919

dear god.

20130918

i really need to record this stupid song so i can move on to another one.

headache is absolutely killing me. excruciating is interesting adjective, as it always (?) precedes a word that essentially renders it redundant. or maybe that's just my blurry vision headache logic.

i've rediscovered the amazing music of the cardigans. her voice is like a warm blanket.

20130908

impromptu sleepover. eye doctor. summer festival. clothes shopping. sunday ticket. ac3 finished.

20130905

convinced myself to do chinups every break on this nfl game. wtf was i thinking?

another song done. plenty of words, plenty of music, no name.

20130902

heart pancakes.  denise austin.  car wash.  running.  yarnells.  wasp nest.  chin-ups.  horseshoes.  yard work.  happy labor day.

20130814

not that it's worth much -- the faith of a fallen follower isn't worth much of anything -- but i said a prayer for you.

20130806

sleep is elusive.

it's 1am, i've eaten ice cream and sausage and chicken and jalapenos and chips and whatever else i felt like eating today. the race is over.

waiting for sleep...............

20130802

I don't belong here.  Maybe I never did.

I don't regret having a child, but wonder if, in my search for normalcy, I've done her a huge disservice. 

My presence here feels like a double take, like fading star trails in the morning sun.  

The worst thing now is how easily I can feel who I've been before, before I was me, whoever that is.  How they press on me!  I can feel the influences of those other souls in the inspirations I am receptive to, and I will soon join those poor souls. 

Will anyone remember me?  It is a curious thing how people can more readily recall the past than the present.  I feel this is my fate.  Maybe I'm just being optimistic.  Maybe it's hubris.  

Maybe my fondest wish is to leave a few unfinished songs around.. maybe someone who can keep their feet on the ground can finish them, make them popular, make them poignant.

Even one.

20130731

as july seeps away and i look for rhymes to complete a verse i realize my disconnection is complete.

also can't figure out how to segue into this refrain. as usual.

up. reading. and listening.

looking for flights to austin. have a ticket at the will call for me for the show. will i call? who knows.