- its border line butt crack of dawn and the crew that i have started with has long since disipated. gay bryan and the other two bryans? long since gone. the conglomerant of people from my boy jamey’s life has dwindled into the evening.

as i knock out the keys, romey rome and patricia pound out some chords to good tunes. this is life. its what makes it. not only the acknowledgement of what is to come whilst people learn, but the progression.

throughout the night they have come and gone. thoughts accompanied by entertainment of thoughts. the two the tortore of what should never be. not what couldn’t be. but what shouldn’t be. in the high school mindset of it all, which takes over the noggin on the inebriated, subjective tip, the possiblities are endless.

but experience knows better. it teaches. all too cruel a lesson, but a necessity nonetheless.

- i would KILL for taco hell right now. seriously. if you loved me, you would bring me thee some taco supreme’s right now….

you don’t love me.

bastard.

- looking for an out. want a new job like roosevelt wants the new deal to go through. actually, don’t even want a new job. i want to do nothing and have it be everything i would hope it would be.

- alumni sounds like you should have a candle ready to light….

- some how… i won five or six straight games of pool tonight. knocking out the cuts like a madman.