My 11:11

If I could have it my way, I'd set my clocks a minute apart from each other, so if I happened to see the right one hit 11:11, I'll get about 4 wishes every time. It's not that I'm selfish. Never. It's simply that so many things weigh me down, it results in me depending on wishes to get my shit together.

Went to a couple dance parties this weekend.

Don't remember much.

But I DO know I want another tattoo. I want to start my Ramones collage with this little guy:




although I don't do psychedelics. So maybe not. But it's so hard to find a good idea for a Ramones tattoo because you've got schmucks all over the place who think they're the world's most thorough Ramones fan, so they get a stupid tattoo attempting to glorify those assholes. Unfortunately, I'm one of those schmucks. Now I'm bitter. I've got Bryce's set list hanging over my desk right now, and I can't stress enough how happy I am for him. He's damn good at what he does, I must admit. I haven't talked enough to my roommates lately. Even Justin, you can never spend enough time with that booger.

I am more than just a reoccurring accident
But the more I fuck up the greater the penalty
From plane to plane, there is evidence of my mistakes
And I'm constantly reminded of those days...
God, I'm shaking!! And no, I don't know when I'll stop
The plates just keep pushing together
Completely unpredictably. And it's affecting me
On the outside and beneath the surface
Believe me, your reactions are less than necessary
And yes, I agree:
I know I'm scary.
I know I'm reckless.
I know, I know.

A new song I'm writing, relating my bottled emotions/intense reactions to an earthquake. How original. Hey look, a longhorn.