Normally the subject matter I write on this thing is incredibly vague and sugar coated with flowery metaphors to mask my real points, opinions, thoughts, etc.
I need to be honest for a second. I'm in a very bad place right now.
My life is crumbling in front of my eyes and I'm ready to just throw my hands up in the air and scream "UNCLE"...
If I sleep for 12 hours, I still feel lethargic.
If I cry all afternoon, I still feel hopeless.
If I drink all night, my heart still hurts.
And if I run 12 miles, I still feel stuck.
Ok, that's it, I swear. Resuming metaphors and silly scenarios in
5, 4, 3, 2, 1....
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Sprung Off Spring
Photos from my everyday life...
A very nice fortune after a very bad day
Coffee with dolphins
My happy children
My bestfriend on the morning news
Looking ahead
Silhouettes by the sea
No pictures...please
A glass of Casa with my beloved Belia after work
my dear Armando sipping on...an"Armando"
Smiley Kahle. Nuff said
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
...Just Like a Woman
Alright so I've been slightly M.I.A lately. I think I needed a little bit of time to do some serious re-evaluating with all aspects of my life. That dreaded change is-a-coming and I've had a hard time managing my distaste for it. Right now I feel like I'm living in 1969, trying desperately to hold on to the peace, love, and joy that came with that generation only to have it replaced with disco and cocaine. Although last week was hard, I sought solace in the people who make my face ache from smiling and who literally make me laugh until my sides split.
At the end of the day, I think our girl Whitney pretty much nailed what I'm gettin' at here..
At the end of the day, I think our girl Whitney pretty much nailed what I'm gettin' at here..
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
How to Run 8 miles with a broken heart
Step 1: Neglect all responsibility and throw on your running shoes
Step 2: Head for the Beach
Step 3: RUN up the biggest hills you can find to sweat out the guilt and sadness.
Step 4: Pause and have a momentary breakdown as soon as your IPod play list (accidentally)plays The Stokes and or Elliott Smith
Step 5: Wipe away eye ball sweat (a.k.a tears) and run another hill.
Once steps 1 through 5 are complete open a bottle of wine and listen to this
Step 2: Head for the Beach
Step 3: RUN up the biggest hills you can find to sweat out the guilt and sadness.
Step 4: Pause and have a momentary breakdown as soon as your IPod play list (accidentally)plays The Stokes and or Elliott Smith
Step 5: Wipe away eye ball sweat (a.k.a tears) and run another hill.
Once steps 1 through 5 are complete open a bottle of wine and listen to this
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Thursday, Cloudy Thursday
This morning the barista at Starbucks asked me if I would like a complimentary extra shot in my soy latte. Judging by my expression, she went ahead and just gave me the extra shot before I could respond.
It's been a very intense 24 hours.
My obscenely long "To-Do" list has finally caught up with me. It is OFFICALLY time to grow up. My lost boy inner child is making his much anticipated death rattle. His death has been a slow and painful one, but his time has finally come. R.I.P
After years of complaining and settling for things out of fear, I'm ready to move on completely and take charge of my life. This can only occur if I make some major changes in my life. I'm ready.
Dear Responsibility, take me. I'm yours.
It's been a very intense 24 hours.
My obscenely long "To-Do" list has finally caught up with me. It is OFFICALLY time to grow up. My lost boy inner child is making his much anticipated death rattle. His death has been a slow and painful one, but his time has finally come. R.I.P
After years of complaining and settling for things out of fear, I'm ready to move on completely and take charge of my life. This can only occur if I make some major changes in my life. I'm ready.
Dear Responsibility, take me. I'm yours.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Bad Days Call For Elliott Smith
Drink up one more time and I'll make you mine
Keep you apart, deep in my heart
Separate from the rest, where I like you the best
And keep the things you forgot
Dedicated to my favorite lurker....
<3
Keep you apart, deep in my heart
Separate from the rest, where I like you the best
And keep the things you forgot
Dedicated to my favorite lurker....
<3
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
My Mu Fuggin' Obsession
Their new album "House of Balloons" screams angry-drunk-hate-sex
and I like it.
Been Thinkin' 'Bout The Government
Conflict has riddled my frontal cortex yet again.
The other night I was watching conspiracy videos about the Illuminati and chemtrails with my male doppelganger. His response towards the subject matter seemed much more passionate and angry than my own.
I mean I get it, shits sketchy.
People lie, conspiracies exist, we're all being subliminally controlled my powerful organizations who dictate how things are run across the globe. I literally shrugged after being presented with that information. "So", I thought to myself "It's not like we can do anything to stop this."
Later, I thought about why I was so lax about it all.
My 16 year old self would have thrown a chair at me now. Have I really become the type of person who just accepts their fate and takes a giant gulp of "the cool aide"? What happened to the thirst for knowledge and justice I once had?
I think I've just given up on changing the world.
With age, I've developed a grapefruit size malignant tumor of passivism that is slowly taking over my body.
Shit.
The other night I was watching conspiracy videos about the Illuminati and chemtrails with my male doppelganger. His response towards the subject matter seemed much more passionate and angry than my own.
I mean I get it, shits sketchy.
People lie, conspiracies exist, we're all being subliminally controlled my powerful organizations who dictate how things are run across the globe. I literally shrugged after being presented with that information. "So", I thought to myself "It's not like we can do anything to stop this."
Later, I thought about why I was so lax about it all.
My 16 year old self would have thrown a chair at me now. Have I really become the type of person who just accepts their fate and takes a giant gulp of "the cool aide"? What happened to the thirst for knowledge and justice I once had?
I think I've just given up on changing the world.
With age, I've developed a grapefruit size malignant tumor of passivism that is slowly taking over my body.
Shit.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
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