so · it · goes...

i'm going to try to do resolutions this year. why the hell not?

-read the Quran
-stop eating dairy
-limit buying coffee...make my own instead
-limit eating out
-keep a notebook of thoughts/ideas in an attempt to remember stuff
-try to NOT dye my hair
-get a good camera and take lots of pictures.

-in the event that i can't afford a good camera, get a shitty camera and take pictures
-work out at least twice a week
-be able to run 2 miles comfortably

Tonight I had a life-changing moment. I'm walking home, as I've come to do now that it's too messy to ride my bike and too inconvenient to wait for the bus, and suddenly I realize that my city is silent.
The only noise I heard was the sound of my jacket swishing and my boots crunching in the snow. So I did what few Chicagoans do mid-walk. I stopped.

At this point I want to apologize since this might be the cheesiest post I've ever had, but it was such a genuine moment that I never want to forget it.

At that moment I felt at home in every sense of the word. Every moment leading up to this one all at once became meaningful and beautiful and valid. I'm grateful for every moment I've had because they've come together in pushing me to the moments I now have, even as I type this post.

I wish I could say that I never wanted that moment to end, but it'd be a lie. As much as I'd love to come back months or years from now to re-read this post I hope I never do. I hope every moment to come is as beautiful as the moments I've experienced since my walk home. I hope I never have to remind myself of these moments. I live for the present starting now and I fucking love it.

You're coming off kinda contrived and pretentious
You're not sayin anything we haven't heard before
You're caught up in an argument
oh oh You're so lost in modern art.
You will lose it all, and you will find again.

Don't lose touch. Don't lose touch.

SOS Texted from a cell phone.
Please tell me I'm not the only one
that thinks we're taking ourselves too seriously.
Just a little too enamored with inflated self purpose.
Talk is cheap. And it doesn't mean much.

Don't lose touch. Don't lose touch.

I'm losing touch. I'm losing touch. (I'm losing touch)
well, I'm losing touch. I'm losing touch. (well, I'm losing touch)

Constant entertainment for our restless minds.
Constant stimulation for epic appetites.
Is there something wrong with these songs?
Maybe there's something wrong with the audience.
Manipulation in rock music. Fucking Nausea.

I'm losing touch. I'm losing touch. (I'm losing touch)
I'm losing touch. And it's obvious.

STORY OF MY LIFE

If helping raise money for breast cancer isn't enough consider this...For every person that doesn't donate, i kill a penguin.

Guys, think of how much you love titties.

Girls, think about how much you love your titties.

Gays, think about how much you get to grope titties.

Lessies, see my note to the guys and girls.