Unfit for Fashion

What Bitches

Mon, 14 Aug 2006 03:41:53 GMT

i heart kristina.
alot.
word.

i kinda like zissou.
he is annoying and smells like fish.
but ok i love him.

whats up lj friends ive missed u...

Mon, 27 Jun 2005 03:58:37 GMT

your's is the first face that i saw
think i was blind before i met you

The shine in these eyes has finally dimmed.

Fri, 10 Jun 2005 08:40:29 GMT

I haven't updated in a while, atleast about anything relevant, just threw things in to show that im still alive. It's four in the morning and im restless as hell. I've laid in bed for about an hour or so, but my mind is racing. I've gone a while care free, somewhat, and its was a good break. But still things seem to find there way from the back of my mind. High School is over, i never thought id make it this far... literally. Now it's time to begin life, and im delaying as much as possible. Theres things i still dont understand and i don't want to move on yet. But maybe its not as important as i think, or maybe more than i feel it to be. Regardless of all that, its been awhile since i thought of anyone in particular, atleast for more than a few weeks. Thats one thing that will keep you up at night. I've missed the feeling of choking on my own words. Atleast it reminds me that i still have emotions. Hopefully i haven't scared her away already, im usually one step behind. I discovered that when im nervous i begin to chain smoke, more than i already do. One thing that i wish i never started, smoking. I know when i think to much on what to say, i come out with nothing. I've known that for awhile, but i cant prevent it. I get to uptight, i guess thats the right word, sometimes. I hate thinking of what kind of person i want to be, when im the complete opposite. Things like this keep me up at night, these dreams and thoughts, i feel they just make me weak. Because when i wake up in the morning i feel completed different than i wanted to feel hours before. Im going to cut this short though, i need to sleep. I know this though, from now on im going to stop thinking on everything as much, stop being so tense... because all i need to do is let the words come out and im home free. Im going to sweep her off her feet. I swear.

The deprived death of a prince

Wed, 25 May 2005 20:09:40 GMT

Last day of being at school, even though i was hardly there at all. Last chance to make any lasting impressions on anyone, with that, any impression that i made is far from lasting. Maybe theres still hope for me.
It may not make sense from this, but i had a purpose at first.
I need to get that number.

Mon, 09 May 2005 03:00:31 GMT

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.

You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.

Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it.

In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

Tue, 26 Apr 2005 22:45:03 GMT

So anyone want to go to prom?

Fri, 01 Apr 2005 21:33:01 GMT

Fuck Yea! Spring Break! Time to Par-tay Bitches! If i dont come back, i probably wasnt sober enough to swim, and drowned in the ocean. Love. If anyone else is in Panama City this weekend give me a call, we can party at the beach.

Here for another day

Mon, 28 Mar 2005 01:10:31 GMT

This isn't for a lost love or a decieved friend. These aren't words of encouragment, or words of sorrow. This isn't angst, this isn't devastation. This is all for what it is, and what i've always wanted it to be. It is just as you'll make it out to be. Words that have been bred from thoughts of lust, hate, discrimination, and heartache. Derived from these thoughts and dreams that I can only wish to comprehend. Laying restless in this dispostion, yet if i could think with more optimism, I could consider it an advantage. But only with the consumption of these mass produced bottles of poison, I can escape these everday insecurities, meanwhile letting my entrails rot.While laying numb next to a campfire, under the stars. I considered letting go for a few hours. But the thoughts and demons in the back of my mind couldn't resist attacking me at such a vulnerable state, injecting a virus where solitude and antipathy take over. For the most part, the memory of it all blurs together. But the remembrance of huddling up in a cardboard box in a dark bathroom, sort of ignites my memory. I can't recall what I wanted to write, or the preordained entry that I wasn't able to submit at the time. So im just going to end it as it is. Getting myself nowhere as usual, sounding blurred together and all, but whatever, It happens.
A song I wrote, unfinished, a rough draft.

The Crucifixion
For her, I strain to say “Darling ill make your grave.” It’s sickening, these games we play… It’s sickening, the way you say “I want you, I want you back…” with those tear scarred eyes, prove it’s just another heartless attempt, to scorn at me with these words, because no one else would listen… yet beautiful you come off to me, in your ways you proceed to be. Under all this heartache you’re a silent killer, hair pulled back and mascara dripping. The blade stays intact with the skin; a crimson sea begins emerging from the hollows of these veins. Your desperate attempt to rid me of these sins, only allows more vulnerable pains to begin. Pinpoint pain and narrow down the affection, roses thorns are a god sent blessing, as they tear this flesh from my dying grip. You plague my thoughts as the sun settles, that casts a shadow upon this vacant lot… a bloody angel wishing for death as the lovers trot to there foreseen destination. A period of silence, followed by a period of sorrow. Counting the seconds till this heavenly departure.
Lustful vengeance and conceived well-being, thoughtless rumors against these romantic evenings… our candle lit dinner… where the flames blown out, from your ignorant accusations… and broken promises… at least that’s what you suspected. “Beg for mercy” you whispered in my ear… but I thought you knew me… id die before I lost my dignity (at least what I have left). Lay me out in this modern day crucifix, slit wrist and broken ankles… the blade you lodge in these ribs, aiming for the heart you missed. But I’m not a prince, so instead of a crown… a kiss of death upon this brow.

Mon, 21 Mar 2005 01:29:57 GMT

I just bought A Vintage Guide to Classical Music, whichs tells the history of Music from the Middle Ages and Renaissance on. So im going to start reading that tonight, Im pretty excited. For my birthday i think im going to go to the Opera, Beethoven's Fidelio is showing on the night of my birthday, so im going to try and convince my parents to take me. Other than that nothing really interesting is happening, bye.

Sun, 20 Mar 2005 04:41:32 GMT

Today i found myself doubting every aspect of my life. I questioned everything, and it was almost unbearable. Every word that anyone spoke agitated me until i couldnt take it. Upon that i was doing yard work all day, and in the middle of it i had to run inside, because i seriously broke down. So i laid down and tried to lose myself in a dream. Whatever that dream was, it made the day a little bit better. Im to lonely right now, im to confused, im to fucking lost. I just dont get myself anymore, if i ever did then i wish i could go back to that. I quit doing certain things, because i want to gain peoples respect, but it only seems that it either stays the same or decreases. I dont have a meaning, i cant fing a meaning. And that only makes this that much harder. Every time I write in this, I tell myself this is the last time I will, but it almost feels like this is my only source of communication with the outside world.

Sunday Night. I hope it rains like a bitch.

Mon, 14 Mar 2005 03:17:29 GMT

Despite the fact that I am beginning to hate everything that I write, im going to try and continue on. This weekend was alright. Friday I saw the movie hostage with my family. It was good, this chick stabs this guy on the side of the mouth. Saturday I took my sister and her friends to the Masquerade, because they wanted to go to that battle of the bands... it was decent, or maybe i just dont want to sound too negative. As we were walking in some skin-head mother fucker was like, "your embarrasing me" or some shit like that. I guess he just wanted to start shit, i had a knife on me, i should have decked him then carved a swastaka in his forehead. We had a bottle of jack and smirnoff vodka at my house friday... matt, tom, daniel, andy, and scott were over. Drank a good bit, I pissed on some guys mail box down the street, which ive done to about three houses now in the neighborhood just from being drunk. Then i said we should light fireworks and andy and I went to someones house and stuck it in the mailbox, it was one of those damn mortars, luckily it like rolled out, or we could have gotten into some shit. We we got back to my house my dad was yelling for me. He was kind of pissed. It was like 1 or so and it woke him up and he was like you better not have beer and shit down there so i panicked and hit everything. Meanwhile i was still pretty wasted. But it was a good time. Blah, but now thinking about it still makes me sick, im not a big drinker so it still makes me want to puke. I really dont have much to write but im not doing anything so i decided to throw something together.
If anyone wants to chill sometime just say. bye.

Fri, 11 Mar 2005 03:46:49 GMT

I Want to to Write Something that has have a Meaning

feels like i dont try anymore

Thu, 10 Mar 2005 03:20:59 GMT

smoking cigarette butts from these ashtrays that just lay scattered around my room, i really need to find a better habit.
i searched for some wisdom today, but all those i encountered made me feel just as ignorant and clueless as i portrayed them to be.
Tried to think about falling in love, but i realized im probably better off alone. Some people are just made that way.
I watched a documentary on a man that built a cabin in the Wilderness of Alaska, and lived there in solitude for 35 years until he got to old to maintain his lifestyle. Thats my dream right there.

so i better start packing my bags.

write me.

Sat, 05 Mar 2005 18:40:45 GMT

This is all im going to post, because its to nice to stay inside.

Bright Eyes-Landlocked blues

If you walk away, I'll walk away
First tell me which road you will take
I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday
So you walk that way, I'll walk this way

And the future hangs over heads
And it moves with each current event
Until it falls all around like a cold, steady rain
Just stay in when it's looking this way

And the moon's laying low in the sky
Forcing everything metal to shine
And the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case
They argue, walk this way, no, walk this way

And Laura's asleep in my bed
As I'm leaving, she wakes up and says
I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave
Baby, don't go away, come here

And there's kids playing guns in the street
And one's pointing his tree branch at me
And so I put my hands up, I say enough is enough
If you walk away, I'll walk away

And he shot me dead

I found a liquid cure from my landlocked blues
It would pass the way like a slow parade
It's leaving, but I don't know how soon

And the world's got me dizzy again
You think after twenty-two years I'd be used to the spin
And it only feels worse when I stay in one place
So I'm always pacing around or walking away

I keep drinking the ink from my pen
And I'm balancing history books up on my head
But it all boils down to one quotable phrase
If you love something, give it away

A good woman will pick you apart
A box full of suggestions for your possible heart
But you may be offended, and you may be afraid
But don't walk away, don't walk away

We made love on the living room floor
With the noise in the background from a televised war
And in that deafening pleasure, I thought I heard someone say
If we walk away, they walk away

But greed is a bottomless pit
And our freedom's a joke, we're just taking a piss
And the whole world must watch the sad, comic display
If you're still free, start running away

Cause we're coming for you

I've grown tired of holding this pose
I feel more like a stranger each time I come home
So I'm making a deal with the devils of faith
Saying, let me walk away, please

You'll be free child once you have died
From the shackles of language and measurable time
And then we can trade places, play musical grace
'Til then walk away, walk away, walk away

So I'm up at dawn
Putting on my shoes
I just want to make a clean escape
I'm leaving, but I dont know where to
I know I'm leaving, but I dont know where to

I had to write one more entry to end the winter break...

Mon, 28 Feb 2005 04:26:43 GMT

So it began when i was relaxing in the shower, sitting back thinking... i came up with the most ingenius idea for a song. I came up with some badass bass line... I thought of some awesome lyrics and just the structure of the song itself, i havent seen done before... well not like this atleast. From that it branched off into just i cant even describe the topic, its perfect.. Its going to probably to take a few to perfect it though... but if i can get this done, this will be the push i need. Once i get this completed i think i can finally make my dreams come true.... Its unbelievable. Because writers block has been kicking my ass and i just finally got through it. The entry may be a little chaotic, well in the structure and grammar... and i dont know why i really care... about that... i just thought i should say it... again i go with all that bs. BUT im excited. i think it will be.... oh just beautiful.

Quart

Hairloss. Loss of Hair. Hairless. Hair Deprived. 12 Days Past. Heartless.

Mon, 28 Feb 2005 00:41:50 GMT

It's been awhile or awhile for me. This whole break I hardly got on the computer or sat at it, if you want to get involved in this technical bullshit. It was a pretty good week, atleast of what i can remember. Which then again shows you how worthless I am. I seriously began doubting my usefulness as a person this week, finding myself coming to the conclusion that i was a worthless piece of shit. I don't have a job (even though im dying to get one), I dont have any "skills" that really even matter, and with that i began to think about how people, such as my dad, grandfather, etc, all know how to fix cars, basically do anything to houses, know math etc etc. So what do i have to offer, i dont know shit about cars, i draw occasionally, i love music, i think to much and i dont accomplish shit, im a failure b/c of my grades, im probably percieved as a burnout, which i hope not b/c i think more highly of myself then that, yet i just fucking contradicted myself with the worthless remarks. I mean it passed, but i felt i needed to write it so it doesnt come back and kick me in the ass.
I grow to hate the things i find myself falling into more and more everday. Yes it is all choice, no one forces me into anything, and yes i can control myself, but i just do shit for dumb reasons. I cut back alot from where i use to stand, but the truthful reasoning for this is to cut down then to quit. In my heart i hate it, but words that i use to express my feelings towards it come out false, and I say that i dont mind it. So with that its over, i try to please others more then i do myself, and that is a tragedy, because there goes all my hopes for my own personal growth. Because i still just get caught up on my own little journey to try and realize what i want out of life. But i mean whatever, i come to the same damn conclusion, because i cant figure it out. The meaning for life, the meaning we are here... as a child you grow to gain knowledge, you get out of school, get a job, get married, mate to repopulate and maybe to continue on your families name, raise the children into respectful adults, grow old, and die.
Then there are the little footnotes that read, Find a Religion that fits you best, Have faith withing your boundaries, then have faith in the god of your choice, pray daily, go to church or continue with your private studies, and oh yea hate mormons. With these guidelines they say you can "more easily" find your purpose or belonging because your lost blah blah blah. And then this sorta ensures you a place in some mystical kingdom where everything is perfect, heaven, nirvana, zion, whatever the hell you want to call it. Which usually is put there to give people a little sense of meaning and acceptance. So once you move on past the religious chapter, if you ever do, you can then again debate on wheter or not that really ties into all of this. If it doesnt then you restart and start off at ground zero.
Honestly this is poorly written, sorry, but i havent written in a couple weeks so love me and think about the possibilities of you ever having sex with me, and we will continue at the same pace we usually do and move on with our lives.
Ill add in a few things that occured though over the week, I cut my hair off, not bald i mean its short, but not that short. I like it. Confronted myself, had a roommate for a couple days, went fishing, to the supercross, had sex... yea right, sorry matt for not coming over friday night i had to call it an early night i was out of it when you called because well i just woke up i love you man peace, and other stuff thats not to interesting.

im going to continue on with the "song" im writing.

I love you all. I mean it.

Wed, 16 Feb 2005 01:04:54 GMT

"Can i touch your legs... Do i make you sweat?"

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Mon, 14 Feb 2005 00:49:35 GMT

With the weekend coming to a close, i can say it was a damn good one. Friday night was awesome, i downed a six pack of smirnoff in about ten minutes, chilled with everyone. Saturday just hungout, my car is finally fixed, i washed it at toms, then came home and moved some new furniture in my room. It looks amazing, this is some nice ass furniture. I now have a couch with a fold out bed in it, and the first day i have the bed, the act of fucking took place on it. Sad to say it wasn't me who was perfoming this act, but hell someone needed to break it in, right? Might as well, because i probably wont be getting laid in quite a while, but no big deal, i can manage... i've managed for seventeen years so im not to concerned with it.
Today went to carrabas(however it is spelt) some Italian restraunt on barret for one of my uhh.. i guess you can say step cousins? well it was his birthday, and i have to admit it was some of the best food i have ate in a while. Can you become a bartender at 18, if so i think thats what im going to try to do once my birthday rolls around, two more months baby. Im not much in the mood for writing at the moment, so its not going to be that great of an entry, but i felt like updating so here it is... enjoy it as much as possible.

do you want to be my valentine ;)

Love,
Quarterman

the words wont stay in the format i put them in. fuck. what a waste.

Wed, 09 Feb 2005 02:58:43 GMT

Anyone want
to take me
somewhere
beautiful.... where we can just
sit there
and drown in the comfort
of our
own voices
talk until
the sun begins to
fade
we can hear each other
out.
make poetry
with our words, and just sit there...
because
theres nothing id rather do.
I would ask
you...
but i dont know
if you would understand.
I have a
car.
All you have to do is sit back and navigate
because i really dont know where to start.
we will Listen to music
and just be free
from all our troubles.
i dont ask for
anything
but this.

.please.

We are nowhere, and its now.

Tue, 08 Feb 2005 01:18:20 GMT

I've realized what im going to do with my life, and I think it will be for the best. I'm not going to tell anyone though, because I don't have the words for it quite yet. I play it out in my mind though, and i love every moment of it.
Im kind of scared from the past couple of nights, ive been having these pretty terrifying dreams. I wake up in the early morning, seriously drenched in sweat. I only have a single blanket on and a pair of shorts... and my room is probably the coldest place on this damn planet. So it scares me to sleep, because i can usually predict how the rest of the night shall unfold.
But the past five days have just been a blur, everything goes by in this steady motion. I cant really describe it, just picture the ripples from a stone hitting water... but slow it down a couple speeds. Thats how everything has felt to me. I dont enjoy it as much, because it comes with pretty consistent headaches, and my thoughts never seem to meet ends, they just flow... constantly flowing.
But what can I say its probably my fault from not taking the medication responsibly. I just quit taking them, i dont like the way they make me feel. I dont know if the antibiodics really matter, im sure they do, i thought they just were there to make sure i didnt get any infections, but i guess your not supposed to quit in the middle of them. I dont even think its any of that, for the way ive been feeling... but i really have no say in it anymore, because i think im going to get what i want eventually. I just have to put forth enough effort... which im sure i can do, say ive done it before.
I've had lack of self-esteem from my swollen cheeks, but thinking about it i dont even know if they were that swollen today... i've grown to accept that my mind seriously plays some sick fucked up jokes with me. Because I can get some totally distorted views of myself, and its hard to figure out whats real or not. Ill pray ill grow out of this soon, but now that i say it... when was the last time i prayed. I like the idea, but im not to good at following through with it.
I got a card from my mother today, beautifully written, short an sweet, and i liked the picture. Its always nice to get letters in the mail, i feel like an ass because i never write... maybe i will tonite. Im sure it would make her happy to get a card. I dont mean to come off as a heartless, careless, emotionless bastard at times... but i honestly think about writing, i write the letter in my damn head... but putting on paper for me is the hardest part, im to unorganized so i lack that step.
I've fallen for someone and i hit pretty hard. Thats right Bob Dylan, its you. His music is like a chorus of angels, singing privately for me as i sit here and write this. I never really took much of a personal interest in his music before. I mean ive heard of him, but i didnt think it was this damn good. You may disagree, but oh i love it.
I need a date for this weekend, going to dinner and some sort of entertainment... ill entertain you. But dates work better when you have someone to go with so im going to have to work on it for the next couple of days. If you are that lucky person, it will be a night to remember... maybe not, but it might get dirty.
Im in a good mood now. awesome.
Love
Quarterman

P.S. I have a totally new badass Adam Green layout, background, whatever the hell it is called. Actually just a picture but hell... badass.

yum.

Fri, 04 Feb 2005 18:18:59 GMT

Well i had to stop taking my painkillers, because it was making me sick and nauseas. My face is swollen up like a goddamn balloon. Third day out of school. Finally got cigarettes, risking dry shockets, but its worth it. Everyone calls me chip cause i look like a damn chipmunk. Im going to post a picture, so i can be pointed at and laughed at, well because its hilarious. Ha. Listening to music an playing video games. im tired of not doing anything, but if i do anything i feel like shit so its not much i can really do so i love you.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v651/Quarterman/MVC-022S.jpg

go here to see my fatass looking swollen face. ha. Its not pretty so, feel free to laugh...

Not yet titled

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 05:50:22 GMT

I just moved from my living room couch, back downstairs to my room, and i realized how weird it was that i sat upstairs for the past 2-3 hours pretending that i was asleep. No one was there to watch me, because well everyone one else was asleep. I dont know, it was mostly, because i was thinking, and i thought if i act like im sleeping maybe ill actlually fall asleep... it didnt work. I havent had a normal's night rest in quite awhile. I think one reason is because im having nicotine withdrawls. But that doesnt bother me, im probably going to quit smoking after this. Im not allowed to smoke, because of my wisdowm teeth so therefore im probably just going to quit. I really want a cigarette, but at the same time i dont really mind not having one. I can tell that i have been getting really aggitated at everything, irratated very easily, and just pissed off, But i think that is a mixture of not smoking and running off of medication since about 3 'o clock yesterday afternoon. I havent felt that much pain from my wisdom teeth since it happened, because im on alot of pain medicine and i cant really feel it. I dont think im messed up on it or anything, but im not sure so if i sound weird then thats probably why. It was pretty interesting when i went to the dentist tuesday. When i went into the room where they were going to perform the surgery, the two black ladies told me that i reminded them of one of the cute boys from the Oc. Ive never seen that show, but they said i should take it as a compliment. It was flattering, even though i have no idea what they look like. About that time they started given me the laughing gas and i got really relax, then the doctor came in and told me he had a surprise for me, he has to finish working on the cute girl next door and he will let me chill with the laughing gas for 25 minutes. So he numbs my mouth and everyone leaves the room.
Moments go by and my dad walks in to see how im doing, at this point im pretty much gone, but i dont think i am. So i say to my dad i dont think this stuffs working, pulling the mask off my face and i begin using the suction thing the doctor uses to suck the spit out of your mouth so you dont have to swallow, and he laughs and leaves the room.
After surgery i go to hollywood video and buy napoleon dynamite. I watch it with my family, because i really wanted my dad to see it. So basically me and him where the only people left watching half-way through. He enjoyed it though and i was glad.

I dont really feel like writing what happened through the rest of the day and today. So im just going to write about some thoughts i was having earlier. I know this entry is a little lengthy, but it happens sometimes, and it doesnt bother me if you dont read it. I just cant sleep and i have nothing else to do.

I think the next day that im in school, im actually going to go up to this girl and either say something or kiss her. I actually do think im going to do that, im pretty positive about it at the moment. I dont know why, but i have the feeling that i dont want to live with regrets anymore, and if i dont do/say anything about it, then its going to bother me for a very long time. The thing is i know her, i could say i know her pretty well. At least ive known her for quite a while. For me there was something there, but i havent fully acknowledged it, because well maybe i was scared to. I dont think anyone will realize who it is though, ive never mention it. I dont know who all reads this either so it doesnt matter to much. But yea, its probably going to happen so i'll fill you in, if i still write in this at the time.

Before i hit my twenties, im going to write a book or a script for a movie. I dont care if it gets any recogniztion or anything at all, but im going to write something. Because throughout a single day, my mind constantly is at work being put to use for just thoughts that have no particular meaning but just things that i think about, and i dont want them to be put to waste anymore. Like the most i do with them is write them on this damn webpage, and sometimes drought shit down in a journal, but i really dont think that is enough. I need to actually do something with it, because im probably going to snap one day, and i atleast need to keep leave my mark somehow.

I have alot of stuff i want to write but i dont really fill like this entry is going to well. so im going to kind of wrap it up for now. im pretty out of it, on my pain and other medication for my teeth and well im not at my best... so i dont think i should write anymore.

But i love you all.

Quarterman.

lets guess who...

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 01:13:48 GMT

Theres this girl that i know, and well she knows me too, and i want to know her kiss. But she doesnt know that. Should i tell her, or should i keep it to myself. Should i try, or should i not (to avoid failure.) Want to hold my hand, i dont bite. You can taste these cigarette staind lips and this love starved tongue. I promise i will make it worth while. This could be anyone... im sure they have no clue. But i might as well not break this silence... becaue i love breaking my own heart. Im sure you would love to help.

I can give you everything, atleast for a shortwhile, before i figure your tired of my existence... you dont have to say anything, i will see it coming(or make myself think this way). Then ill fuck with my emotions, cry a couple times, begin to hate myself, and then decide it was better off this way and move on. I wont hate you, i never hated anyone. Ill just hate myself... a little bit more.

When the thoughts of you are still fresh in my mind, ill grow restless and start doing more drugs and drinking more and forget about our past like it never happened. Then i can start from scratch and make believe that it never hurt.

But why say this, when it might scare her away... because its better to know what you could get yourself into... Because ill just be another mistake, time and time again. I can say this with all the confidence... because i dont want to be anyone elses mistake...

...maybe thats why i dont cry anymore...

because nothing comes as a surprise to me anymore, people might like me for a shortwhile... but then i know im not what your looking for so why do i have to lead myself on.

But then again... i know that you would regret never knowing my name... you would regret not accepting this kiss, regret the day you forgot my face, because ill be more then youll ever want... but again thats just in these long sought after dreams.

just please dont believe me.

truth is i will be all of the things you'd never had before.

this i can promise you.

want me too?

with the rest of the love this heart can offer,
Dale Quarterman Douglas

cigarettes and warm beer

Fri, 28 Jan 2005 04:27:22 GMT

I've just constructed a beautiful piece of art. An elaborate scene of a teenagers lost hopes. A monument to ones lonely night.

Theres nothing even beautiful about it, its a shitty picture taken with no effort, but i had to capture this moment... and im not one to take pictures.. so the quality is just shit.

The date for my wisdom teeth removal has been set to febuary 1st... horrible luck. i guess that means i wont be going to the bright eyes concert. someone enjoy it for me and think of me while you are there, i hope everyone that goes enjoys it though.

I watched garden state last night, i enjoyed it. Anybody want to come over and watch a movie with me, specifically a female, i would enjoy it... but beggers cant be chosers. I hope i dont sound desperate, i just havent had a date or anything in awhile... actually maybe not so long... but i blew it of course. im hopeless.

its not really a great entry, im not with it, cant think. i love you.

thanks for the comments that everyones left in the past entries. i appreciate them. sorry i dont reply to them. ive actually tried to a million times, but sometimes i just dont know what to say. but they cheer me up, and they really do mean alot, so thanks.

i could make you happy.

please, tell me im not wanted.

Tue, 25 Jan 2005 22:26:51 GMT

...guitar string just snapped. dont have money to replace it. now what is there to do but just sit here.

Shitty day at school, no paticular reason, except for the fact that i bring myself down.

tomorrow i get to wake up early and get my other two wisdom teeth removed.

had a conversation with my art history teacher. I asked him what i could do while i was out, he told me i could do a powerpoint on bosch, because his art would be pretty crazy when im hyped on pain medicine. badass.

why the hell do i fell so lonely.

Love yours truly,

Quarterman

http://gallery.euroweb.hu/art/b/bosch/painting/triptyc1/delights.jpg

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