August 26, 2008
Categories: Uncategorized . Tags: belief, Faith, love, self, selfhelp . Author: mettlemod . Comments: Leave a Comment
When can I buy a ticket?
4 New Airship Designs
I need some fairy dust
I really hope I’m not crazy. I feel crazy for thinking what I’m thinking. I can deal with the other versions of violence sewn through me. My being clingy, attached too soon, perhaps more needy than most, easily fallen and taken, too trusting, hopelessly romantic. I can put those to paper and work them out. [...]
Felicitosity
Wish You Were Here
Blackmore’s Night
Wish You Were Here
Wish You Were Here…
Me, oh, my country man,
Wish You Were Here…
I Wish You Were Here…
Don’t you know, the snow is getting colder,
And I [...]
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Well, here I sit. It’s stale, I know, but…meh. You know that I’m not even sure what “meh” is or means? I’ve just seen it used so often in an online context that I’m assuming what it means. I’m thinking it is along the lines of “blah”. Maybe? Is “meh” in [...]
(written several months ago…)
I did some digging yesterday. The process of writing in my physical journal brought up the question of why I do not blog like I used to: often and feverishly. Well, firstly, I used to have a respectably sized group of friends who were all online and in touch. Currently I have exactly the opposite, [...]
(written several months ago…)
Albeit to say, I don’t know how to personally handle the effects of a heated discussion or debate. I take things too personally. A heated debate or discussion always feels like an attack on my personal opinion; which I suppose to some degree it is. However, when it is family or friends with whom you’re [...]
It is late. What is it…12:15 am. I ought to be asleep. I tried. I’m still trying. Despite me trying, I found a program on TV. The Science Chanel. I keep thinking of how Justyn is on his way home. I am so happy I made it through the week and so quickly! Yay! Oy, [...]
Even from afar
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The skies could part. Angels could descend. The Heavens could boom. I’d still have a hard time believing. To believe that he’s calling me and wanting to talk to me. When he could call and talk to anybody. Me, he picks me. I think of him all the time, but to try and [...]
