March 2012
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My mom is skyping with her fiance, who is awake at 6am in Tunisia and doesn’t appear to be wearing a shirt.
Going to my 43rd state tomorrow! Guesses as to which one it is?
February 2012
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Wow, everything in my life just keeps getting better and better…
“You’ve got to make your own kind of music / sing your own special song”
I’ve been getting angry lately.
It’s been coming on the last two years, of course, but never consistently, not like this.
The kind where you’re at work and one little thing goes wrong and ruins your shift.
The kind where every little obstacle or challenge seems insurmountable and unfair.
The kind where you want to punch a wall until it breaks, or your hand does.
This is...
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Just found out that I will only be covered for $750 of my some $7,000 in stolen musical equipment. Fuck you too, world.
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I would have taken you out to such a nice dinner.
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Watching LOST, and Locke just gave Ben a copy of The Brothers Karamazov while they were holding him captive in the hatch. Blew my mind.
“limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns it calls me on...”
“From my new friend Joe, who is now residing in my favorite city. Taken from the...”
– (via fluxfunicular)
It’s really hard to watch everyone move on but yourself.
“No one’s gonna love you more than I do.”
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“All’s quiet, except for this song
So maybe while I’m not together I...”
– one of the most beautiful songs I know of.
There is an island in the southern Indian Ocean, called Ile Amsterdam, that is 12,245 miles from the heart of downtown Denver. Ile Saint-paul, close by, is 12,287 miles away. These islands are antipodes to areas in Colorado, meaning they are land areas on the exact opposite side of the earth, of which the continental U.S. has only three.
Sometimes that’s where I want to be.
On a whole other level of bummed tonight.
Right around this time exactly two years ago, one of my best friends, Devon Curtis Arnold, disappeared from his friends at the Pepsi Center during a Nuggets/Suns game. Nobody ever saw him alive again. The investigators eventually changed his date of death to 2/3/2010 instead of 2/4 when he was discovered on the train tracks just east of Keenesburg, CO, based on the last signal sent from his cell...
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DON’T EVER LOOK BACK, DON’T EVER LOOK BAAAAACK
Ahem.
Lying in bed, high off my ass, listening to Katy Perry and Lady Gaga. Welcome home!