So here I am again. Finally. I guess if I do myspace, I should do livejournal too, since I am on the computer alot of the time anyway.
Well, The summer is almost over, and I get to start college at Nicholls in the fall. Wow I am so excited!! OMG!! just kidding. fuck that shit. hey, at least I am going for free and starting as a sophomore.
I am still dating Sabrina, since apparently we had just started dating the last time I updated. Things are going quite well, as usual. No big fights yet, which is definitely a plus. We made two months yesterday, so it is all good times.
My wonderful brother is in Boston right now at Berklee for their 5 week summer program. I miss him alot, but I am very proud of his accomplishments. He is a wonderful musician, and it has been my priviledge to watch him grow through the years. If you would like to hear his music, check him out at www.myspace.com/tomschexnaildrelukecenac.
As for me, life is alright. I am still working at EZ Pawn, and the crackheads keep me very entertained. The pay is good too.
So I am almost positive that whoever is reading this skipped over all that bullshit to get to what I am about to post, that might actually be worth your time.
"love to hate"
maybe i could walk on eggshells or broken glass
around your prim and proper fingernails
your perfect hair, your tattoo makeup
maybe i could write a love song about hate
and let it remind me of
the way i love to hate you
maybe i could falter, make a misstep
and no one would notice
you would not care if i fell
maybe like broken roses, and old ranch games
we would laugh about it
just like the good times never disappeared
maybe true to your heart
but disillusioned to your self-serving notions
about being right, and having the last word
maybe i could come out of my shell
my outer core becomes me
it is nothing like what i used to be
maybe i should try to find
the missing person inside of me
i am the empty pack of cigarettes on your worst day
maybe the answer is inside what i used to know
somewhere back in time
too far away to turn around
but too lonely to recognize
that i am coming undone
my thread has come unsewn
maybe you would have stayed with me
if i would have only asked
but instead my tears soak the bedsheets
that i lay on
they know more about what goes on
within my head, my skull cavity
than anyone, anyone including you
maybe i should have reconciled
my faults with something parallel
like my fears about losing you
maybe i am alone, ok i will admit it
i will take a second and evaluate
i am who i love to hate