I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them, but they were only satellites
Oh It's wrong to wish on space hardware
I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care

Inventing situations

"Damn that television ... what a bad picture!"
"Don't get upset, it's not a major disaster."
"There's nothing on tonight," he said, "I don't know
what's the matter!"
"Nothing's ever on", she said, "so ... I don't know
why you bother."

We've heard this little scene, we've heard it many times.
People fighting over little things, and wasting precious time.
They might be better off ... I think ... the way it seems to me.
Making up their own shows, which might be better than T.V.



Judy's in the bedroom, inventing situations.
Bob is on the street today, scouting up locations.
They've enlisted all their family.
They've enlisted all their friends.
It helped saved their relationship,
And made it work again ...

Their show gets real high ratings, they think they have a hit.
There might even be a spinoff, but they're not sure 'bout that.
If they ever watch T.V. again, it'd be too soon for them.
Bob never yells about the picture now, he's having
too much fun.


Judy's in the bedroom, inventing situations,
Bob is on the street today, he's scouting up locations.
They've enlisted all their family.
They've enlisted all their friends.
It helped save their relationship,
And made it work again ...

So think about this little scene; apply it to you life.
If your work isn't what you love, then something isn't right.
Just look at Bob and Judy; they're happy as can be,
Inventing situations, putting them on T.V.

I love crying. I hate the fact that I am sad so often, but at least when I cry by the time I'm done I feel better.

Autocare

The worst is when people say "I don't know what to tell you"

Maybe it's just the context my parents used to always say it to me in, but I fucking hate it.









propelled by faulty transmission.

Better days? no.

i hope that someone still loves you when my head starts spinning in circles strong as a tornado and my feet start stomping making splashing in the muddy mess. because i can never love (i always love. i love everyone. everything). i'll scream and kick and run and cry and feel trapped inside of my own body because that's the only place to feel safe (while not feeling safe at all). i'll hide myself inside of myself. inside of parts of the city youll rarely roam again. i'll still love you when i don't love you. is loving from an undercover secret distance hide-out better than no love at all? of course some other girl will love you. we all do. maybe you'll fall in love with her.

Call if off.

Little baby fucking scumbag shitface.

I really believe that I am in love for the first time. True, 100% nose over tail heart-aching love. It's the most bizarre thing.

Max spent a few days in Scranton and got to meet all my friends and it was really fucking great and they all really like him and think that we are great together. That totally freaks me out because typically they (along with myself) are just anticipating my departure. I spent New Years - Sunday @ Max's. New Years was wonderful. I ate a lot of glowsticks and got a lot of bruises and loving. Sarah and Tim came to Philadelphia for the weekend. It was all really great and stuff, but I'm just an emotional tornado and should probably kick my drinking habit.

I've been home for a little bit but I got really sick with a fever or something, but I'm feeling better now and I think I am going to Philadelphia tomorrow. I really hope so.

I sound like a fifteen year-old school girl. Gee whiz.

On to the escalators
Down on the elevators
Vagrants and wayfarers
Prime real estate to be homeless
Quality in quantity
In seemingly endless sunny
Sand filled hourglass of death

I keep wanting to write here, but when I try I can't think of what to say. Of course a lot has happened, but I can't chase the words down.