Monthly Archives: April 2002

I’ve tried to like it, but I can’t

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 … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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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. … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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