June 2009
54 posts
especially my arches.
May 2009
58 posts
fat people should not run 3 miles, unless it’s running away from an erupting volcano.
my body hurts.
whiskey slurs.
hungry
Charismatic lady: Do you go to chapel?
Me: No, I go over to Lebanon First.
Charismatic lady: Oh Baptist?
Me: Yep
Charismatic lady: Ya...yesterday God told me that the kids here at school just need more of his word.
Me: Oh yeah?
Charismatic lady: Ya, this boy came up to me, and just kept saying, "I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry." and God told me that he was hungry for the Word of God.
Me:
Charismatic lady: I'll be quiet...it was just overwhelming.
Me: No, no, the Bible is important....he also could have just needed a snack.
my boys
i won't be found →
-track by Tallest Man on Earth (Dylan much)
picture bit again.
ratio
countless pictures have proven, i look better in black and white. So, should i ever meet someone who is colorblind or someone who sees the world in gray scale, i will be three times more attractive to that person. its a fact.
"i love it when you read to me" →
-Song from Scrubs finale…Peter Gabriel: Book of Love….it is gorgeous and heartbreaking.
Get set
i’m fairly certain that facebook is more damaging than building to my relationships…so I’m gonna take a month off….which will lead to more frequent blogging…so get ready Tim and Zach and Trev….here comes a stupid amount of posts.
did it cruel, did it tenderly →
I’m at wal-mart Zach. don’t stop talking to me…I just bought diapers…and I tipped my cashier.
i.want.out.of.this.town
-right now, at 2:36 am, on a Saturday morning. nothing would change if we left. everything would change if we left.
carkeys.wallet.insulin.phone.ipod.recklessabandon.
Victoria is calling, going straight to voicemail…keeps calling, calling, hard not to pick up. The place. Not the girl.
but thats the old me →
-once every three weeks, i love hip hop. its the only music that doesn’t make me feel anything…just sing along and not analyze my own life.
only in 'merica →
if I get shot…here’s my radio.
– officer Yon