"....check my vital signs and know I'm still alive...."

_Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Sam: Your world must be shattered, huh?
Me: Nah, I just listen to Green Day and cry a lot.

And I still have his drumset in my basement, like the time I carried around that heart shaped scrape of red paper with his erratic handwriting scrawled on it for weeks in my pocket till I finally let it go. My head whispers fool.

Almost got hit by a car yesterday. That was fun. They say your life flashes before you, but all I could do was think "Dang it's going to hit me" until stopped inches away.

I'm worn thin and running on empty, but I think those are all good signs for my blogging career *sigh*

Forever is never enough.

Maybe I'll become one of those scene kids, dye my hair black and write dark poetry and never let people see more than one eye at a time.
Okay, THAT is laughable.

"....for what it's worth it was worth all the while..."

_Good Riddance 

I have an unrequited love for cheap frosting and drugstore shampoo.

Maybe for context I should say that I grew up in a hippie, all organic type household.

There was no place for electric blue frosting or Pert in my life.

Wouldn't it be cool if someone made bandaids for your soul?