I Let That Lonesome Whistle Blow My Blues Away.

I am skipping class and drinking strawberry Nesquik. My show opens tonight. Maybe it was a bad idea to be alone right now.

I feel somewhat bad for not writing more. But there’s no energy for it. Sad, I know. But it won’t always be this way.

I sit in class and think of baby names. I am worried a good time for children will never come. I want them. They should look just like Adam and sing just like him too.

I miss my mother, my sisters. Chirstmas should come sooner than later.

Being in love gives my life an underlying, benevolent hum. A soundtrack to my step. Softens every sharp bend.

I hate to say it, but I suppose I’m pretty happy. How boring.

.Blatantly Trite.

October 12, 2006

thats when it is the hardest to write. miss you.

GirlLikeThat

<3 good luck honey

Nick

October 14, 2006

At least you’re smart enough not to create conflict out of restlessness, right? Right? And yeah you do owe me an email. But I owe someone else an email so… oh wait, those don’t work that way. Hanging around for a while, catch me while you can.

waltzing/back

youre lovely

Spazatron

October 23, 2006

I love your ovaries. And think they shall be inhabited by perfect children someday. And my semen.

idina

November 4, 2006

i think of you.

wicked2lip

November 7, 2006

i don’t think it’s boring that your happy, i think it’s wonderful. i love you i miss you….

November 9, 2006

I know I’m not one to talk but your frequency sure dropped off pretty quickly. You fill a very important niche in what I come here to read so it’s imperative that you return post haste.