birthday eve

There is something about the impending anniversary of my birth that shoots me up into my head in over-analytical pseudo-philosophical inhibition contradiction.

a conversation with my self

Well look what we have here... Coming back for more, huh?

That's right.

Just couldn't stay away. I've seen you looking at me up there in your bookmarks toolbar at the top of the page. And there I was just itching away at you. Gnawing at your creative consciousness. Waiting for you to come back.

Sounds kinda creepy that you'd be doing something like that.

You're damn right it's creepy! How do you think I've been feeling? Being neglected like this. Sitting here waiting for something new to come. It's been months, man!

Yeah... I know. Just been really busy.

Busy is an excuse. Everybody's busy. The day you're not busy is the day you die.

I've been kinda tired lately.

Tired? Really... Really?... Tired? You gotta do better than that.

I've had a lot on my mind lately... a lot going on?

Is that a question? Or is that an excuse? Oh wait... it's both. Sounds to me like you're lazy.

I'm not lazy.

You're not? Okay. Are you a coward?

No.

So... you're not a lazy coward?

No.

Then why the fuck haven't you been here writing?

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my caffeine

When it comes to that point in the night and you need that extra little boost to get you through the work... reach past the Red Bulls, Monsters, coffee, and sugary treats and pop in some Arcade Fire.

It's what you really need.

one year ago...

One year ago today... your life changed.

And it has already changed again.

one sentence story

The hamper sits with its mouth ajar as the remnants of its supper cascade the floor.

getting "it" together

Alright dude... it's time to get your shit together.

Why did you start this blog 3 years ago? Huh?

I can't believe all that time has already passed. I just started my fourth year of college three days ago. Completely crazy.

Right now I am sitting with two of my best friends that I didn't know three years ago. That I didn't know two years ago.

I'm listening to Bruce's The River (Independence Day). Something I had never listened to when this blog started oh so long ago.

Gosh... I'm getting too nostalgic. I'm only 21... so why do I feel so old?

Better question... Why the fuck do I think I even have a clue as to what life is? I'm only 21. But yet... I am 21. There's something in there... somewhere... to take pride in and be hopeful for the future that is yet to come.

And well look, there you have it... me looking back toward the future. The very place this blog started looking at when it was created oh so long ago in the past.

Note: on acting

Never let the costume be louder than the performance.