3.31.06

These little lies i tell you are nothing but true to me. Keep them in a safe spot, please.. for me.

3.26.06

You've gotta think before ya' speak, ya' know...

I know. I'm sorry. I was just... i dunno. I'm sorry.

Well you ought'ta be. Now look what you've done. She's gone and left ya' here all alone.

No she hasn't. She'll come back. It really wasn't that big of a deal.

Not that big of a deal?! Just listen to yourself now, boy! Don't be so ignorant. That's the problem with you kids; full of ignorance. That's all ya' got, and yet you still manage to complain about nothings.

...what's your name, again?

3.19.06

For some reason, he would always try to walk home along the very edge of the curbs. Sometimes, I would see him tottering along the painted lines in the middle of the road, perhaps using them as a substitute. It seemed that if there were no curbs nearby, he would walk on the cracks in the cement. If there were no cracks in the cement, he would walk the line where the new pavement met the old. He would just call it a silly feeling curb. And, well, if there was no silly curb, he would just pretend to walk on a curb. I'm not sure why he decided curbs were the right thing to walk on, but he was always pleased with the results.

I liked to watch him walk the painted marks in the streets, though. In the parking lots, he would glance up at the sky and jump from one to another, making himself look as if he was dancing to the stars.

He's waiting for them to dance back, you know.

Or maybe he's just waiting for his dance partner.

3.10.06

I couldn't stop myself from staring into the rain tonight. It lasted only a couple seconds, and i didn't get too wet; don't worry. I sort of wish i could do it in slow-motion, so i could acknowledge every single drop that decides to greet me. I would tell them "Thanks" for being such a wonderful part of life, and then i would tuck them into bed and then we would sleep.

We would sleep.

3.1.06

I'm sitting here, blaring Led Zeppelin III for the first time in ages; damn, i am one happy boy right now.

My friends and family. My best friend. My dad. You are phenomenal. I love you all.

My mother gave birth to me on March 1st, 1990; approx. 10.00 AM. Sixteen years and nine hours later, i would be surprised as hell by a party my family and friends (some whom i haven't seen in what seems like forever) decided to throw for me. My emotion was, and still is, in an absolute loss of words. My new year is made, thanks to you. Thanks to you. I love you all.

Now i pack for a snow trip, paid in full by my lovely mother. She decided my father, brother, and i needed a vacation. The last time I saw real snow, was about seven years ago. Damn, i am one happy boy right now.

So awaits a phenomenal night's rest. Happy birthday Anthony; yes, happy birthday. Good night.