December 2010
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Reblog if you're ending 2010 single.
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Cuddles the Cat
I have been battling with this cat for years.
My Neighbors have me pet sit for them occasionally. Usually it’s just the cat, but today I get the dog and the cat. The dog is lovely, his name is Kirby and is a mini schnauzer. Adorable.
The cat’s name is Cuddles.
The first time it has ever meowed at me, after years of care, was today when I was cutting up his raw chicken. He wanted me...
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Suburbs
I hate the suburbs. I got dinner with a friend of mine and then there was nothing to do after so I went home. Womp.
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30 Day Music Challenge
Day 01 – Your favorite song
Day 02 – Your least favorite song
Day 03 – A song that makes you happy
Day 04 – A song that makes you sad
Day 05 – A song that reminds you of someone
Day 06 – A song that reminds you of somewhere
Day 07 – A song that reminds you of a certain event
Day 08 – A song that you know all the words to
Day 09 – A song that you can dance to
Day 10 – A song that makes...
Growth
Things change. That is the essence of time.
Let me feel its course.
Break
These palpitations and pains are a precursor to something greater; the initial cracks in the structure.
I am a dam, leaking the waters of turmoil on this land.
I cannot tell which cracks are mine, yours, or ours.
In your search for Self, I have lost Mine.
What was certain is now ruin, and what once was, a memory.
The distance is easily tread, but this idea of a trek at this point is...
Awareness
So at Playwrights Horizons Theatre School, we have a teacher named Michael Krass. Some people think he’s a genius, some people think he’s the devil. I think he’s just a teacher with good ideas and hard edges. Either way, last year he had us write things we are aware of in our training and in your life and in design class, which he taught. I saw some of the freshman doing these...
For Future reference
I’ll be writing here more. Soon. Don’t worry. Inspiration has a clever way of biting you in the ass
Since when?
Since when has it become so immature to write your feelings?
Since when has a man been unable to express himself because it’s “emo”?
Since when was writing poetry something to be laughed at?
Since when do I care?
Since when is it ok for a broken heart to break another?
Since when is it alright to say one thing and mean the opposite?
Since when was it ever okay to do the one...