tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34379782009-02-21T09:48:22.637-05:00It's back to being all about me...so enjoy it.-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-1092175153016341552004-08-10T17:57:00.000-04:002004-08-10T17:59:13.016-04:00

You hold me inside your iris like a terminal stain on life You condescend to my primal brain and twist me around like a knife Can't begin to explain The feelings I have restrained Don't ask me how I am Because you're too busy planning your epitaph Let me tell you DON'T - try to be the ONE - person Who has STAYED - just to say They never left me! Aggravated, complicated, someone say it God, I

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Song reference: "A Point In Time" - Onesidezero Shitty weekend, really. Well, there was some good in it. I got the two action figures I was looking for in Randy Orton & Batista, and now I'm just taking in the last little bit of the weekend. Chele and I had a nice one, even if there was some small arguing. Oh well...not much for me to add, since the principle cast knows the deal. Lata.

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Song reference: Gary Jules - "Mad World" Fighting didn't stop after I blogged last night. An argument with Chele made it worse. I had to force down dinner. My stomach is still twisted in knots, and nobody's talking to me today. I was hoping I could've gone into work today, so I could've faked a smile long enough for me to believe it, you know? If you believe something long enough, it no

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Song Reference: "Finding Myself" - Smile Empty Soul If you could sum up my life in one word, it would be "fight". My life just hasn't been a fight as I've struggled to gain independence, my own posessions, or a little bit of happiness, but it seems that once a day, I get into a verbal spat with someone I know. I hate fighting. I've been duking it out with way too many people. Since the

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Song Reference: "So Cold" - Breaking Benjamin So I finally catch up with my old friend Angie (not Angie from my Yahoo groups), and her and I start talking about personal shit. I know it sounds difficult, but after everything said and done involving her as of late, I don't know if I can trust her. To be honest, I'm just starting to rebuild trust with a lot of people I know, all things

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Song Reference: Trapt - "Enigma" Mornin'. So it was a rough week, to be honest. I worked Tuesday-Saturday, most of it feeling like hell. Sunday is my typical off day, but it felt like my body was really chugging along most of it. I don't know why. Sundays drag and make my body feel like shit. Today's a nice little makeup day, and it should continue until Thursday at the earliest, Friday at

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Good. You know your music. You should be able to work at Championship Vinyl with Rob, Dick and Barry Do You Know Your Music (Sorry MTV Generation I Doubt You Can Handle This One) brought to you by

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Hey guys...   Meh...I don't update as much as I used to.  I guess it's a lack of anything real to talk about anymore.  My life has become such a bore since I moved to Virginia Beach.  I'm kind of convinced that nobody likes me at my job, and it bugs me, because I'm a nice guy...at least I hope.   My paranoia is in high gear lately.  I can't prove I'm paranoid, it's just self-diagnosed.  I got

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It's my day off of work, and I'm home alone bored. Well, I guess I'm really not THAT alone. My mother in law is in her room sleeping. Then again, she's not really one for conversation at the moment. Anyways, to amuse my interests, I offer you this. 1. Who are you? 2. Are we friends? 3. When and how did we meet? 4. How have I affected you? 5. What do you think of me? 6. What's the fondest

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You know... I try apologizing...I try making it right, and nothing seems to work. I get yelled at for jotting my feelings down here. So why won't you tell me what to do? I want to end it, and you ignore me. You blow me off the whole day, and then you leave me feeling like garbage for not only hurting your feelings, but then you make me feel guilty for wanting something from you. You tell me

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I don't understand. It doesn't matter what you do for your friends sometimes, it just seems like they don't give a damn about it. It doesn't matter how much you bend over backwards, piss off people that are even closer to you than they are, or give them. It's just like you're a fucking afterthought when it comes to them. How come you can't just fucking come clean when you don't want to keep a

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Don't you hate it when people promise you crap and they don't come through for you?

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I went to sleep last night wondering how I'd feel If I woke up tomorrow and you were almost healed. If you could use your hands, what would you use them for? Would it be to strangle me? Because you just can't... Hold down, why don't you just be the wave that washes over me? Hold down, why can't I just be the one that carries all of you? And I can see it in your eyes. I'll rest my head tonight,

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There's a place off Ocean Avenue Where I used to sit and talk with you We were both 16 and it felt so right Sleeping all day, staying up all night Staying up all night There's a place on the corner of Cherry Street We would walk on the beach in our bare feet We were both 18 and it felt so right Sleeping all day, staying up all night Staying up all night If I could find you now things would get

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As years go by I race the clock with you But if you died right now You know that I'd die to I'd die too You remind me of the times When I knew who I was (I was) But still the second hand will catch us Like it always does We'll make the same mistakes I’ll take the fall for you I hope you need this now Cause I know I still do Until the day I die (Until the day I die) I'll spill my heart for

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Hi. I know it's been a while since I've written in here, and I couldn't help a lot of that. A lot of it stems from Chele's mom and us not being able to afford to keep the internet. After that, we had a hell of a time with Hurricane Isabel, so what happened? We moved back to Chicago. I think I made a mistake on that. Don't get me wrong. It's nice that I'm working again, and it's nice to be

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Enjoy finding out aboot me. I'm strange. DisorderRatingParanoid:HighSchizoid:LowSchizotypal:HighAntisocial:ModerateBorderline:LowHistrionic:HighNarcissistic:ModerateAvoidant:HighDependent:HighObsessive-Compulsive:Low-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

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Alrighty...anyways...today is a special one. With Chele's birthday, and her not being somewhat pleased with me today after a fabulous week, I wanted to remind her how important she is to me. see me hanging 'round this darkness where i'm bound and this black hole you've dug for me silently within, with hands touching skin shock breaks my disease and i can breathe... and all of your weight all

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Yeah...according to most, I don't edit that often...and on top of that, I have too many lyrics. To that, I say bah. Music is what drives us...it's what makes us able to express our feelings. Dig that. With that in mind, here's today's little snippet. I'm annoyed and angry...and missing someone. Pale angel go away Come again some other day The devil has my ear today I'll never hear of what

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Just a quick inside note to a friend. You know who you are, and I know you know the literal meaning. However, this is for you to interpret your own way. ...and the road becomes my bride I have stripped of all but pride so in her I do confide and she keeps me satisfied gives me all I need ...and with dust in throat I crave only knowledge will I save to the game you stay a slave rover wanderer

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Hey Michele...I know I've been bad about updating...and telling you when I update, but this is for you. I love you so much, and thank you for being so loving and supportive, even when I think I'm failing you. This song is 'I Love You Anyways' by Travis. You were on my mind Inside the cinema You looked so beautiful I almost had to go And when I got outside I thought of you again I think you

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I never hesitate Because I’m too good for that I never show restraint Because there is no need for that I know everyone I’ve been everywhere I know everything Because I’m everybody We came to take control We came to sell you freedom We came to burn you down We came to brainwash children And it’s not our fault It’s just your own new suicide Where we belong There’s no one to hurt It’s

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I force myself through another day Can’t explain the way today just fell apart like everything Right in my face And I try to be the one I can't accept this all because of you I've had to walk away From everything I'm afraid to be alone Afraid you'll leave me when I'm gone I'm afraid to come back home Another sleepless night again Hotel rooms my only friend And friends like that just

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Reveal to me the mysteries Can you tell me what it means? Explain these motions and metaphors Unlock these secrets in me Describe your vision, the meaning is missing Won't anybody listen? Define the riddles of my mind Nothing is strictly what it seems Dreaming of Zion, Awake Sleeping Awake Dreaming of Zion, Awake Can't stop Sleeping Awake Do you see what I see? And can you hear

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There's a game life plays makes you think you're everything they ever said you were Like to take some time Clear away everything I've planned [Chorus] Was it life I've betrayed for the shape that I'm in It's not hard to fail it's not easy to win did I drink too much could I dissapear and there's nothing that's left but wasted tears There's nothing left but wasted years If I could

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