Revisionist Historian Extraordinaire!

It's a pity that a wonderful stormy, rainy night must be wasted alone.

One day, I'd like to write a song 1/10th as inspirational and lasting as American Pie. It easily classifies as one of my top five all time favorite songs.

hey i found the safest place
to keep all our tenderness
to keep all those bad ideas
to keep all our hope
it's here in the smallest bones
the feet and the inner ear
it's such an enormous thing
to walk, to listen

If you asked me how I feel right this moment, I probably couldn't give you a simple answer. The simplest answer I could give is that, as things are, I'm happy. And I can live with that.

I'm jonesing to get a guitar still. My sister still will not sacrifice her acoustic to me so that I might be able to learn to play. I've got a melody in my head that I'd like to work out on guitar, but no luck. C'est la vie.

If I made you feel second best, girl I'm sorry, i was blind. I feel older by the day.

blah. woke up this morning at 8:44, confused as to why my alarm didn't go off. i glanced at my phone and the alarm was set for the right time. it wasn't on vibrate either. i just plain slept through it. so around 9:30, i come rolling into the office. typical monday. too much work to be done, too little time. in a few minutes, i scurry off to go set up a display at Hunt Midwest. "wait," you ask, "aren't you a computer g33k? isn't your job title database assistant?" that's right. but i'm a sucker for sad pregnant women who need help. blah. on the bright side, it gets me out of the office for the rest of the afternoon.

sorry i didn't finish the writing assignment today. this evening probably won't be any better as i told heather i'd come visit her for a bit. it'll be done when it's done. besides, you still owe me. :-P