| my first 15K. |
[Mar. 10th, 2007|03:10 pm] |
TODAY WAS THE DAY!!!!! SO!!!! COOL!!!!
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[Feb. 17th, 2007|12:52 pm] |
happy valentine's day!
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| THE BEST GAME EVER |
[Sep. 10th, 2006|03:49 am] |
THE BEST GAME EVER
brought to you by Natalie Jones and Luke Peacock.
2:45 AM
l 800 I LUV BBQ: let's trade off 'songs with girls names as titles'( Read more... ) |
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[Sep. 15th, 2005|10:20 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | mary jo : belle and sebastian | ] |
How to Be Happy:
Another Memo to Myself
by Stephen Dunn
You start with your own body
then move outward, but not too far.
Never try to please a city, for example.
Nor will the easy intimacy
in small towns ever satisfy that need
you have only whispered in the dark.
A woman is a beginning.
She need not be pretty, but must know
how to make her own ceilings
out of all that's beautiful in her.
Together you must love to exchange
gifts in the night, and agree
on the superfluity of ribbons,
the fine violence of breaking out
of yourselves. No matter,
it's doubtful she will be enough for you
or you for her. You must have friends
of both sexes. When you get together
you must feel everyone has brought
his fierce privacy with him
and is ready to share it. Prepare
yourself though to keep something back;
there's a center in you
you are simply a comedian
without. Beyond this, it's advisable
to have a skill. Learn how to make something:
food, a shoe box, a good day.
Remember, finally, there are few pleasures
that aren't as local as your fingertips.
Never go to Europe for a cathedral.
In large groups, create a corner
in the middle of the room. |
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[Aug. 4th, 2005|05:11 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | passing afternoon : iron & wine | ] |
Not writing in here because, for the first time, far more is going on with me than could possibly be represented in this forum.
It's not so much that mantra of I am not sad anymore; instead, it's of the I am strong variety.
Making a conscious effort to feel less of a need for the people in my life, more of an honest love and appreciation for them.
It's like this passage in a book I read, about realizing your life has been lived without you for so long.
I regret not loving myself for all this time. I'm busy experiencing every moment from here on out.
Had forgotten the living of a good life takes hard work. |
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