Saturday, June 21, 2003

Went to Ryan's Steakhouse today for the most disgusting buffet ever experienced. The worst was the machine processed ice cream. It was all slimey, and well, it's hard to discribe.

People needlessly complicate everything. To big things all the way down to the smallest thing like paying the paperboy. JUST DO IT. Take a deep breath, don't panic, and just do it, it'll be ok, I promise. Don't add 12 or 15 steps to a one step job. Don't think about it any farther into the future than can be controlled at present. Arhg.

Thursday, June 19, 2003

You feel certain things. Doesn't matter what they are always, but they're there. Really being able to see a person is like looking at one of those 3D magic eye pictures, you have to relax your eyes to see the real picture; otherwise it's just a scrambled mess. You let go, and just let these things come at you, and let these things happen to you. It almost doesn't matter what the outcome is, what's important is the feeling. It feels like breathing. Simple as that I guess. breathing...

The sun peaks through the trees and shines off the pavement. It's like that Adam F song "circles"...ever hear it? Things happen in slow motion, but it a good way. Everything echos and sustains. Everything is a living thing, not just the people, animals and plants. Everything is like a melody, a song. Every touch becomes signifant. The sweat on your forehead, the bark of a tree, the rough texture of an icecream cone. A dizzy dream.

Tuesday, June 17, 2003

I can't do anything more than whats in me to do. No regrets, no looking back. You've done the best you can.

Friday, June 13, 2003

I'm sooooooooo fucking bored right now. As rob gordon would say, I could take the country A-K and throw it in the middle of the street. n/m. I'm so stir crazy, I've been out of my house lots, but I feel like I havn't moved in weeks. It seems like every time I want to hang out with someone they're busy. I can only do so much to the site before I get sick of the site of that. Some people giving shit on there anyway. Met a really nice person who I am intrigued by. Sort of get the feeling I'm not good enough though. First time I've ever got that feeling...wonder what that means. I'm such a cocky asshole sometimes