Good Woman, Cat Power

“I want to be a good woman
And I want, for you to be a good man.
This is why I will be leaving
And this is why, I can see you no more.
I will miss your heart so tender
And I will love
This love forever

I don’t want to be a bad woman
And I can’t stand to see you be . . . → Read More: Good Woman, Cat Power

Honesty killed the cat

Isn’t it funny that we are compelled to be honest to those we care about the most? Sometimes, I think they deserve our lies. The problem is, people are honest because it’s in their own best interest. Lying makes us feel bad, so we’re honest, even when we make the recipient of our honesty unhappy. What’s . . . → Read More: Honesty killed the cat

Alexander Frost

Mr. Frost,

I think of you often– more often than you imagine, if you even imagine me at all these days. Our story was brief to be sure, but it has left a lasting impression on me. Why I chose to disappear, I can't remember; but I wish I hadn't been such a fool. The "what if"s . . . → Read More: Alexander Frost

On again, off again

As you may have noticed my blogging has been sporadic. Who knows, perhaps it will continue to be so. However, I am going to make a conscious effort to blog more instead of pissing away time doing other things. If nothing else, I've declared myself as an English major– the least I can do is try . . . → Read More: On again, off again

The effort of unfriending.

Now, personally I would never go through the effort of “unfriending” someone from facebook or myspace. In my opinion, it is petty and a waste of time. You know why? Because it proves that you really *do* care. If you really don’t care, just ignore. Simple as that.

So, in the simplest terms: I am laughing at . . . → Read More: The effort of unfriending.

Ha, who the hell are you people?

…So, I finally figured out how to track the hits I get on this site a day. Holy shit, guys. I mean.. I was expecting binary numbers. Zeros and ones. But seriously, forty hits a day?

Which leads me to my next question..

Who are you?

I mean, thus far in my posting… I’ve posted about *nothing*. . . . → Read More: Ha, who the hell are you people?

The Way I Feel Inside, by The Zombies

Should I try to hideThe way I feel insideMy heart for you?Would you say that youWould try to love me too?In your mind could you ever beReally close to me?I can tell the way you smileIf I feel that I could be certain thenI would say the thingsI want to say tonight

But till I can seeThat . . . → Read More: The Way I Feel Inside, by The Zombies

meat is MURDER.

Why I chose to go veggie.

The story starts out with two stoner girls driving somewhere. I have no recollection of where we were going, but my best friend and I were driving around (probably around Broadripple) on a sunny summer’s day. Anyway, I should probably preface this story with this: Abigail (my best friend) aspires to . . . → Read More: meat is MURDER.

Seeing as how you refuse to speak to me, maybe you’ll come across this explanation some day and feel like a prick.

Dear you,You are a very selfish, manipulative, inconsiderate, controlling, and insecure person. I cared about you in spite of that. It’s too bad for you I ran out of patience. And apparently it’s too bad for me, seeing as how you could’ve cared more about chewed gum plastered to the sidewalk than you cared about me. . . . → Read More: Seeing as how you refuse to speak to me, maybe you’ll come across this explanation some day and feel like a prick.

Keeping you company.

I’m happy to know that I could keep you company.
and that I could help you pass the time.

Too bad that was all I was good for.
Distraction.
Some people dissociate with alcohol.
Some with drugs.
But you chose me.

You are selfish.
Vain.

In reality you do not match that pretty picture you painted for me.
Maybe if I throw up all over that . . . → Read More: Keeping you company.