Monday, August 31, 2009

It amazes me....

there are times when I can't stand him.

there are times I sympathize with him.

there are times I feel sorry for him.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Monday, August 24, 2009


I love that my nephew comes to me with his defacatory dilemmas.

In other news, I've been endorsed.

Whether more instructor's really think I deserved it or not.

edit: I do not, however, love hearing about his Tetris block poo.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Church 8/16/09

Sermon: Can You Still Ride While You Fast?

Scripture: 27.83 miles of north Louisiana hill country backroads.

Key verse: (the last few Hundred feet of Rockshop Rd before HWY 167)


Wednesday, August 12, 2009


From watching the sky at night at home...

...from the backyard that will forever be the one I grew up in:

it's amazing how distinct the Little Dipper is*.

everytime I come home, I'm taken aback a bit how long it's been since the last time I saw Orion.

how cool it would be to be able to look up at the Moon and think, "there are people living up there,".

I want my life, whatever it was supposed to be, back. I wish I knew where to get it from. I blinked. I've spent my life blinking. I've missed it. I want it back.

yet, as bad as I want it, I'm still afraid to say out loud give it back. I won't take it.


maybe it's because I don't know what it's supposed to be.


cities on the moon. how cool would that be?

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

I would like to know

what's at the root of my current distate/disconcern for theatre up there.

Am I just tired of acting,

tired from wanting to act;


or fighting the realization that I've not the personal store of determination and desire to get any better at it?


I think I wish like hell the past 15 trips around the sun felt like they meant something.

That passport can't get here soon enough.

This is what happens when I spend all day in bed at home.

Sunday, August 09, 2009

Saturday, August 08, 2009


The G.O.A.T mom and I just had the house conversation.

I've officially stated that I want the house once they leave (for which/whatever reason).

This is a big house and it takes a lot of upkeep.

Yeah. I know.



My mother told me,

as she worked on her latest paint-by-numbers project,

that "it's too late for her";
that she'll never get to live up to her potential;
that she wouldn't get married again and seemed to imply that, knowing what she does now, she wouldn't have the first time.

She wanted to buy my father's insurance business from him.

Perhaps, had a I made earlier mention of a desire to assist her with it, he would've been more willing.

The world is not enough.

and people wonder why I'm no longer big on "love".

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