Here I am, wasting precious sleep time to update my the picture gallery on my Geocities site. I’m watching MTV2, which helps pass the time. Up until now, things have been cool. Then all of sudden, “Gimme” by Jill Scott comes on. Holy geez, that song irritates me to no end. It pains me to…
Month: April 2002
I’m happy just to dance with you
It’s funny the way love progresses. In the beginning, long before you’re even in love, it’s all about talking. That’s what makes or breaks the relationship…talking. If you and that special somebody find yourselves suffocating in agonizing silence, you eventually realize that that nonsense of being together is nothing but a bad idea. But if…
Fall into the trends
Stupid mass-produced Gap clothing. I can’t wear my track jackets anywhere without passing some guy wearing the same thing. It’s an endless battle, I guess. No matter what you wear, you’re conforming to some kind of tragic standard. You want true individuality? Try punching a collar and arm holes into a potato sack and roping…
Half a Page of Scribbled Lines
Moments of truth have a funny way of blindsiding you when you’re looking the other way. Just yesterday, I spent most of the day with my father’s father, my only surviving grandparent. In the morning, I drove up to San Francisco with my dad and my brother to pick up my grandfather. When we arrived,…
If You Really Think About It
Well, spring has finally sprung around here, and that means people all around me are dying of hay fever. I feel so bad because I actually enjoy the rich scent of nectar and pollen in the air. In an ideal world, everybody would have the opportunity to appreciate spring that way that I’ve been able…
A Heart of Hope Tainted by the Heart of Darkness
“I hate those people who say, ‘follow your heart.’” he says. “It’s never, ‘follow your mind.’ They’re so ignorant, they create a vacuum that I can’t stand next to.” I laughed then, and I’m still laughing now. Oh, that Martin. I can’t say I completely disagree with him, though. How do you expect to accomplish…
As Jack Kerouac Once Said, “Words Have No Meaning”
Sometimes I forget why I love writing so much. It’s funny how much of a conundrum my love for writing has turned out to be. Bitching and moaning, lamenting lost love, crooning for that new special somebody, sharing insights into the rhymes and dissonance of life — that’s what it’s all about. But ever since…