Thursday, January 22, 2009

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Hi.

apples to ashes

Inside your point and clicking industry
You overlooked the heart in me
This is why we'll leave
Signed...
the young machines

High Hopes

I miss you most in the morning, when a day without you has just begun.
And all the simple things do nothing, but help the stars chase away the sun.
I know this is hardly what we asked for, but I'll thankfully make it much more.
And even if the dawn goes slowly, another night sleeps; left my own.
And all the pillows - they do nothing. I guess a comfort is with you alone.
I know this is hardly what we asked for, but I'll thankfully make it much more.
I know that I'm nothing. I'm trying to be something. If ever I am, then I...
I promise you'll still be, and you always will be mine. You'll be mine.
- Time and Distance, A Promise


"what if i woke up happy? what if everyday ended better than it started?"


I have a feeling tomorrow (today) is going to start great and end incredible.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Grilled Cheese ;)


I came to the conclusion (doing laundry) today that I own too much flannel. I feel like Al Borland. But then again he was pretty cool and had an impressive selection of flannel. He was always optimistic and cheerful. I think its the shirts. I'll keep them around.




Monday, January 19, 2009

All I Can Offer

I can't begin to compete with you
and everyone knows
I know you know it, too.
It's a complicated fear
that grows with every year
and it's walking on it's own, finally
All I can offer are farmer chords,
these simple rhymes and you painted in words
You can sing this when alone
or whistle it through your teeth
and it will feel like home
no matter how far you'll be
from my lonely arms outstretched
just beyond your reach
singing "ooh, baby, please..."
-Ben Gibbard, Farmer Chords


"... it will feel like home, no matter how far you'll be"

I bounce in the club so the ho's call me Rocky