he had it comin

he had it comin, he had it comin, he only had himself to blame. if you'd have been there, if you'd have seen it, i bet ya you would have done the same.


i love things. tonight was the best night ever. i love theatre. its so hard, but this show makes it all worth it. i mean, if we never get to where we did again, i'll be happy. yeah there were moments it didn't work, where things didn't click, but for the most part, it was amazing. ah-maze-ing.

i'm dead though. but its a good dead.



life is too hard to handle some times though. like you think you're somewhere, and then one thing happens and you're in completely different place.

i need to take my shoes off.

i can't actually write, i can blog, but i can't write... beginning-middle-end is too much for my brain to create... i'm good with beginning... but that's about it.

in general life is pretty tight. i use that word too much by the way. tight and sick... i can't seem to stop myself though... they're just good words. life is pretty good. how about that?

life is good. i mean it really isn't, but whats going on right now out weights whats going on outside of right now... does that even make sense to anyone? do i make sense to anyone? ever?

probably not, but that's okay. i'm a goofy little douchebag in the middle of nowhere, with big hopes and big dreams, and i'm not afraid to reach for them... even if i fall on my face, at least i tried... and i know this is coming out of nowhere... but i really don't like this guy that always tries to step on anything positive i have going, you know who he is (well you probably don't)... but in the vague sense he's a hater... and he's really so insecure that he has to make fun of and hate on everyone and everything he sees. he thinks he has a good graffiti style, and that he's super cool, but guess what. he's doesn't really, and is not really- respectively. i mean i'm all for building a strong community, but he's one person i'd like to exile from the community. that's it... just push him out of the circle... i try to be nice, and i try to be his friend, and then he talks behind my back, and he hates, and he's sketchy. i guess he tries to hard to be an individual, he forgot how to be a person. but i hope the best for him... usually.


i try too hard, and i lose the things i want, and i mess up, and i push people away, and i bring people too close, but i am me. and i love it, and i hate it, but i can't take it back... so i'll live with regrets, and unrequited love, and a broken heart, and so many other things, but i'll live, and that's the important thing....

thanks for listening to me ramble... i didn't even talk about what i had to say originally, but that will be for another day


later skater.