-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

count the miles, one by one...

the same-old, same-old; crushed beneath work and school and the unbearable lightness of wanting to be ...

but i did write

and then I dreamt of writing...

the dream was better than the reality

...but it gave me hope

this morning: fog ... set to give way to more sunshine ...and the uncurable desire to hit the road, jack and not to come back (no more, no more)

9:25 am - 03.11.03

sounds: Reb*cca Pearcy
words: 100 Years of So1itude (no, really)
i am:

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

previously on ... - next time on ...

money can't buy happiness but it does buy small pieces of of serenity - 15.07.12 - 4:29 pm

sh)t's about to get real, y'all - 31.05.12 - 9:46 am

why the hell not? - 29.04.12 - 8:38 pm

Hear that lonesome whistle blow... - 02.04.12 - 5:18 pm

a faith in something I can't see - 30.03.12 - 3:33 pm

latest entry

about me

archives

notes

base

contact

random entry

guestbook

other diaries:

moodswing
secret-motel
yourtipsucks
sparkspark
arajane
fuck--that
birdandegg
gizzhead
veganfuckk
ratherbored
astralounge
boombasticat
oh-sweet-pea
but-whatever
gingeryette
ann-frank
dearedwin
soapboxdiner
myra-lee
reddirtgirl
kayemess
colddigits
miralogue
nudeplatypus
mrs-roboto
miserystar
allmadhere
widgetbitch
inarticulate