Something new

From day to day I get to see the lovely in’s and out’s of a world that I once inhabited.
The teen’s of today are just as melodramatic and disconnected from the “real world.”
They speak of “fags” and “gays” like the words are “its” and “buts.”

I’m completely sick of people using the word “gay” inappropriately. Why must people revert to putting a minority down just because of the fact that they are a minority. I would like to believe that we have become of a higher level since 1865 when slavery was abolished in the United states. But I digress, people today may not be slaves to physical boundries* but the youth today are, and the rest of us in large, are slaves to primal fears of anything that is different. I hope one day we can move past these primal fears and learn to be open to those who are different from ourselves.

(*speculation could be made that those who we deem incapable to make proper judgements, or those who have been convicted to imprisonment fit to this category)

F(*)ck me, Sideways…

“it was just a finger up the ass…. I could use the little’r one”

okay, i’m watching Californication, probably one of the greatest shows to pollute the children of the 21st century. BUT! that being said, it does give hope to a guy like me that there is excitement out there. Maybe I’ll drop out of the health sciences and go and become a savvy writter…. Judging by the silence, I will keep my time invested in the sciences.

The writers of this show did bring up a great point. WOMEN, this one is for you, if you are reading this, stop with excess pubic hair removal. I think the line from the show was, “it’s nice to have something to remind me that i’m performing oral lingus to an adult woman.” So yeah ladies, not that the 70’s porn style bush is coming back, so please save us from that, but in turn, waxing your turtle is just as weird. So please find the happy medium. Oh yeah one more thing, becoming artistic with your pubic hair is just down right fucked up.

Anyways, I’ve lost all train of thought tonight, go watch Californication with David Duchovny. If you have TMN on Demand, channel 308 for you Rogers people, it’s under Series.

L

Douchebagery

People Just don’t get it some days do they?
Occasionally please, step outside of your single minded lives and realize that there are close approximately 6 billion other people out there.
You may even know one of those 6 billion
And they may even want to talk to you
Or at the very least, not nag you 24/7.

I want to watch Trainspotting…

This is a very pathetic waste of a post.

Electric Play Ground

we live in a world that is constantly being bombarded with media, both singular and mixed. Never stop listening, feeling, or seeing the world for what it is, or what it could be. Stand up and speak out. Live like there is no tomorrow, and love like it’s all you have left.

Never back down. look deeply into the nights sky, watch the sun rise in the east with your favourite person held tightly for warmth in the cool spring air.

Make noise, both with laughter and in protest. Drive fast, but not too fast.

Choose Life.

Take back, take that

“when it all comes down…”

“to a sunrise on the eastside”
—All time low

Going Postal

excerpt from a letter dated 3.28.08

Dear _____,

Spending my morning listening to billy Idol’s “Rebel Yell” and writing this letter to you. i feel rushed, i feel like i don’t have the time or words to say all i want to say, need to say, to you or anyone about anything. i feel placelessness in my words, inbetween them. where do i fit anymore? i’m not unhappy, just uncomfortable with the changing of things – my life, the seasons, and the connections of this and that and those, which must all have a place and i find myself needing to put it all in to that place, where ever it may be, not just in geographical location to myself (you are x amount of miles away from me) but in relation to my being. i carry this in my heart brain, this in my brain heart, the right ventrical, this is my fingertips and at my right hip. is this because it’s easier to place other and things than the existance of myself in my own life? most certainly.

I’d like to think of how long we’ve known eachother. not only in years and lifetimes, but in scars and words and song lyrics. i like to imagine the places we both might have been standing, at different times. were you here or there before me or after, and if you are there again will you stand in the same spot again and know, feel that we both looked in the same direction and though of one another?

i still feel the same about you as i did back then if not more so.

i hear about your life, read about it, and am amazed that i know someone who does so much good for a world that treats people like shit. that still does so much for me in more than one way on a regular basis, a girl who can only connect through letters and words, days and distance.

i still dream of our physical meeting, the one that hasn’t happened in this lifetime, but surely in ones before.

love always

_______ to be known as wednesday

To Wednesday
Want to meet me there?
Dearest Monday