| I'm still waiting for you to be the one I'm waiting for |
[entries|friends|calendar] |
|
|
[26 Apr 2009|04:24pm] |
I'm sitting here, on my bed, trying to come to grips with the loss of a dear friend. She was always there for me. I treated her like shit, and she was always there. Maybe she wasn't always the most reliable, but she got me through many many tough times.
This post is dedicated to my dear friend, Ethel. My car.
Late friday night, I was traveling down 23 mile road, and rear ended a SUV in front of me. Ethel was towed away by Joe Ballor's towing company. After much discussion with my father, and pocketbook, I decided to sign the title over to the towing company. I went out today to sign the title, hand over the keys, and most importantly, say goodbye.
|
|
|
[01 Aug 2008|05:06pm] |
Well I lie I cheat and I steal,
And I don't give two shits about the way that you feel.
And I barely know who you are,
But I'll break your heart and then I'll sleep in your car.
I'm not dying inside, well, I'm dead.
Yeah, too many people have fucked with my head,
And now I'm out for revenge.
Well, I'm not the only one who regrets the way they act,
But I seem to be the only one who's honest with the facts,
And I'm sick to death of always being the sucker.
I'm a heartless bastard motherfucker.
Well, you're a prize specimen -
You look pretty fine, but I don't know where you've been.
You invite me back to your place,
And you feed me drinks to get me out of my face.
You never own up to what you did -
You fuck like an adult and you cry like a kid,
And then you tell your friends I took the piss.
Well, I'm not the only one who regrets the way they act,
But I seem to be the only one who's honest with the facts,
And I'm sorry, honey, this time you're the sucker.
I'm a heartless bastard motherfucker.
Just for a second here with a straight face I am sick of the sinners
Always making out they're saints.
As far as I can tell we're the ones to watch are the ones with their hearts on their sleeves -
Make-up doth protest too much.
So come on everybody, come on,
Don't make me regret ever writing this song -
I need every motherfucker to sing along.
Well, I'm not the only one who regrets the way they act,
But I seem to be the only one who's honest with the facts,
And I'm sorry, honey, this time you're the sucker.
I'm a heartless bastard goddamn motherfucker.
Motherfucker.
And I'm not a patch on you...
'Cause I'm a cunt.
|
|
|
[29 Jun 2008|09:23pm] |
|
Happy 19th Birthday, Jessica Ann Clifford!
|
|
|
[03 Jun 2008|10:29pm] |
|
Love permits no lies, no falsehoods, not even any polite half-truths, but lays all emotions bare and reveals secrets which domesticated men and women cannot bear. You cannot lie with your emotional and sexual response; situations or ideas will excite or repel you whether you like it or not, whether it is polite or not, whether it is advisable or not. One cannot be a lover and a (dreadfully) responsible, (dreadfully) respectable member of today's society at the same time; for love will impel you to do things which are not "responsible" or "respectable." True love is irresponsible, irrepressible, rebellious, scornful of cowardice, dangerous to the lover and everyone around her, for it serves one master alone: the passion that makes the human heart beat faster. It disdains anything else, be it self-preservation, obedience, or shame. Love urges men and women to heroism, and to antiheroism—to indefensible acts that need no defense for the one who loves.
|
|
|
[03 Jun 2008|10:16pm] |
There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you sick at heart, that you can't take part; you can't even passively take part, and you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop. And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!
- Mario Savio
The liberty of man consists solely in this: that he obeys natural laws because he has himself recognized them as such, and not because they have been externally imposed upon him by any extrinsic will whatever, divine or human, collective or individual.
- Mikhail Bakunin
Only after the last tree has been cut down,
only after the last river has been poisoned,
only after the last fish has been caught,
only then will you realize that money cannot be eaten.
- The Cree People
Why are you so blind?
|
|
|
[11 Jun 2007|09:59am] |
This was a good Kayla and Sam Gold filled weekend.
Chi Tea and 27's.
You girls better pucker up, because the game is on, and I've got a nice two point boy filled party coming up.
If the measure of a man is judged by how he treats a lady, then you were more of a man two years ago than you are at eighteen years old .
|
|
|
[12 Aug 2006|08:01pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 thoughtful |
] |
"do you know the easiest part of the gospel of jesus for me to believe? the part that says the wages of sin is death (see romans 6:23). i take that to mean when adam and eve sinned, when chernobyl happened in the garden, from that point on adam and eve began to die, not only physically, but in there souls, too, because they had been separated from God. it makes sense that if a plant is separated from the sun, it dies, and that if people are separated from God, they die. and so now it feels as if we live on a planet where there is just a little bit of water left, poisoned as it is, and we all are trying to get it and drink it so we can stay alive. but what we really need is God. what we really need is someone who loves us so much we don't worry about death, about our hair thinning, about other drivers pulling in front of us on the road, about whether people are poor or rich, good-looking or ugly, about whether we feel lonely or about whether or not we are wearing clothes. we need this; we need this so we can love other people purely and not for selfish gain, we need this so we can see everybody as equals, we need this so our relationships can be sincere, we need this so we can stop kicking ourselves around, we need this so we can lose all self-awareness and find ourselves for the first time, not by realizing some dream, but by being told who we are by the only being who has the authority to know, by that i mean the creator."
-"Searching for God Knows What" Donald Miller
I like to be deep every once in a while, so sue me.
I've been getting into actuially thinking for myself recently, and I must say, I like the change.
Its getting harder to sit around and trust what other people are feeding me, when I have a whole supermarket of information I could find on my own.
|
|
|
[12 Aug 2006|07:55pm] |
"the church: a place for the agreeing people to get together and have a good time. i have to disagree. church may be that today, but has anyone noticed how completely effing different the church is now than the church that jesus created. church was a group of people who put themselves and their own needs aside for the uplifting of those around them. a group who dared to be different than the norm. different than an insignificant ritual. it wasn't like today's group of religious elites (dare i say pharisees) who go to a building and sing songs with hopes of being fed and getting their spiritual high, and keeping it to themselves, just until next time they come to church. we treat God like an abused substance. twice a week we get our "quick fix" and go the rest of the week in anticipation of the next time we see a dealer. why can't we quit abusing the jesus heroin and become something genuine. like when church was a group of people who with their entire lives acknowledged the messiah to be jesus christ, who had come to show us a new way to live, differently than what had been going on for the last few milleniums to try to "get on God's good side."
and of course, you expected me to end that last statement with something like "to atone for the sins of the world...save us from hell...give us eternal life...etc." but i didn't. not because i don't believe that, but because i think so many (and i mean almost all) christians have become so enchanted with the thought of afterlife and heaven, that we have completely missed our purpose in this life. besides, if that were his main purpose here, why did it take thirty three years to die? the goal of life is not (believe it or not) to die and go to heaven. to the best of my knowledge, God didn't put us here to see if we could make the right decision. if you serve a God that stands over an anthill with a magnifying glass, more power to you.
God put us here to give him more glory. some selfish God, right? exactly right. what else could he do, even God recognizes that he is ultimately worthy of all praise. period. if he didn't he would cease to be God. which would suck for all of us.here's an important question, christians: if there were no heaven after this life, and you knew when you died, you would ultimately and ineluctably go to hell, would you still devote your entire life to giving God more glory? if you can answer yes, then i applaude you. but it's tough.
i just dare you to live life as if there were no reward for it. getting into heaven is the easiest thing about following God. fulfilling your purpose, on the other hand, takes so much more. God deserves more than our selfish offerings given only in hopes of recieving a blessing. he gave his life, christian, grow up and give yours already.
cause this jesus heroin that i've been crack-babied into is starting to lose it's effectiveness."
-Clinton Brown
|
|
|
[02 Feb 2006|05:16pm] |
|
Happy 80th Birthday Grandma!
|
|
|
[12 Oct 2005|03:31pm] |
new AIM name...
forgetmenotxxo
|
|
|
[17 Aug 2005|11:38am] |
|
|
|
| navigation |
| [ |
viewing |
| |
most recent entries |
] |
|
|
|
|
forgetmenot____
