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May 13th, 2009
My home life sucks. It's not really a home life. It's an apartment, landlord, people on both sides who are anonymous. It's friends and occasional coffee dates. Relying on family is not an option. They have their lives, they are busy and unless I call, they are off the radar. So, what are the options? Computer dating? Bad scene. Church? Which church to commit to? Netflix? Now there's a companion! Pet? They poop and pee but love unconditionally and I hate to let them be alone all day. Maybe if I get the new position I could move. To where?

May 13th, 2009
My home life sucks. It's not really a home life. It's an apartment, landlord, people on both sides who are anonymous. It's friends and occasional coffee dates. Relying on family is not an option. They have their lives, they are busy and unless I call, they are off the radar. So, what are the options? Computer dating? Bad scene. Church? Which church to commit to? Netflix? Now there's a companion! Pet? They poop and pee but love unconditionally and I hate to let them be alone all day. Maybe if I get the new position I could move. To where?

May 28th, 2007
Live every day like today is the day it’s going to happen. That and Aesop Rock’s jam “Lucy” keep her focused and motivated. If you’re not living you’re dreams no one is going to do it for you. It’s amazing how lucid those thoughts are when the smoke has literally cleared. She doesn’t know what’s going to happen with to her lush of a roommate - perpetually sleeping on the couch after too many beers. She’s trying to run off the resentment in a commitment to healthier living and thinking. She’s afraid of what her roommate is going to say.

January 20th, 2008
There hangs a painting on my wall and it excites me. It shouts in happy reds and yellows, greens and blues and its thick black lines drawn as if with children’s hands hold more mystery and maturity than any text or transcript. I like to look at it and remember. And when I can’t remember, which is most of the time, I create and make believe which always seems to retain more magic. Mostly I think of you and where we came from. Love can seem such a dangerous beast. I’m so glad I overcame my fear of losing you.



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