Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Live Like Vampires

I like it when my day reads like a mad lib.

A sarcastic "Sure" from my mouth tells you that I'll meet up with all of you at the bar but the reality is I'm going to be downtown spelling closure with a laugh, while you keep spelling it like everyone else. Besides, your last kiss was more like shrapnel, tearing through me.

A Friendly Reminder: I am the good guy with the bad streak. I am the part of the film that you forget you're watching. I am the first few seconds of your favorite song...and then the first words. I am Christmas morning. I am the realization of the crash. I am the punchline in a joke with new friends. I want someone to wake me up in the middle of the night for adventure. My bedroom behavior is so much more than check marks on bedposts.

So while she's wrapping up her interviews, here I am sitting in her suite with the water running just to make me feel at home (it makes me think of my mom or dad being in the kitchen...just being a name call away...weird. I know. But it helps the likes of me....speaking of kitchens...we ordered food and it should be here any minute.) My condo is a drive away but tonight I just might spend it staring the skyline that I despise right in the eye... As if to say "I'm not giving into you."

Monthly Confessions: I am pale, have hair that is thinning and I can't stay awake. I see doctors. I own too many DVD's, have no close friends, eat too much pizza and drink a lot. I laugh at myself too much and spend too much time online writing or typing to people I wish I knew. I complain in the form of words too often. I want to be skinnier, don't do enough laundry, and I take too many photos of random things that no one wants to see. I get too nervous to talk to people. I can't talk to girls. I'm about to turn this all around. The letter "I" on my laptop has rubbed off.

Clandestine Industries is the new word in your vocabulary. Store it with everything else you've placed under the definition of "Fashion Do's."

Secrets between friends are like unicorns and promises, making choices with wishes, wishing choices were honest.

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