Love Will Tear Us Apart

If you want, feel free to buy me this poster.

"When the routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high
But emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways
Taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again"

Two Ways To Choose

Brent and Nikki are married.

Skyping with Linny.

Swimming and a basil plant.

Who Have I Become?

I work nonstop.

Things never seem to get any easier either.

The skin on my feet is slowly coming back.

No pictures, because there was nothing worth taking a picture of.

FML.

This Is The Room, The Start Of It All

Routine hanging with friends.

More and more visits.

My raw feet make every step I take miserable.

I only smell blood from the cuts in my nose.

Flew kites with The New Yorker and Eli.

And a present to myself.

Night Falls Like A Guillotine

Tonight's movie, therefore tonight's shirt.

Endless Summer

Summer is in full effect.

Moved into The Dad Den.

I now have the smallest room in the world.

Yet another visit from The New Yorker.

Amusement parks and other fun things.

St. Corey's Day 2010

Come Celebrate.