it's the best kind isn't it? hoozah! ;)

I wonder if our kids will care what we had to say when we were their age, I wonder if they'll seek out our long lost blogs and be aghast at the lines they read, the pictures they see, and the way outdated Photoshop skills... heh.

Happy birthday honey, although you probably don't even know what a blog IS, nor have any clue this one exists, happy birthday anyway =)

I am a bad uncle. Instead of buying a phonecard and calling my niece I'm sending her a birthday wish she will never read... aye.

a) Work a 9-5, get paid well, have to do what you're told.
b) Work a ?-?, get paid crap (for now), tell people what to do...

diesaved: I think the Lance Armstrong Foundation should sue them, just because ;)

every time I see it, I know it's the one thing that could bring me back from the brink of oblivion. it's magic, words do it no justice, and, it's mine =)

(from whence it came):

I'm sitting in the theatre, I look over at her, and I see it. she almost glows when she does it. it leaves me speechless, and overwhelmed with some strange mix of longing, contentment, awe, surrender, and utter joy.

I am, it seems, a hopeless romantic. News-fucking-flash.

I am this to my core, it is so much a part of me that any decision pertaining to love ultimately gets decided by my "heart". It may take a while, but it always wins.

I have spent a long time analyzing myself. As I assume everyone does internally, we are after all, our own most favourite topic and project.

That romanticism borderlines on naivety, even impracticality. And often way too idealistic. I've tried to temper this over the years, in fact I'm sure I've been perceived as a grumpy pessimist by many... But as I said, just can't shake the core. I blame my mother, my concept of God, and Disney. I've finally accepted that my idealism, romanticism, peter-panness is here to stay. If I ever change I'll slit my wrists and bid you all a fond farewell. That's what makes me me, and although sometimes I feel like I should change for various people in my life, they're in my life because of the person I was in the first place, so I should shut the fuck up and keep dreaming one day I'll finally step out the window and find my neverland.

I've already found my Wendy, so shouldn't be too far off.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK.

At least that's what they tell me ;)

Laugh, drink, let your mind wonder off on thoughts of all the good times past, good ones to come, and all the people that love you.