Durango, Colorado

Almost nothing suits me better than good friends and a road trip.

Sense

I find a fatal flaw in the logic of love.

Sense

If love is a labor, I'll slave til the end.

Sense

Love, love will tear us apart again . . .

All That We Let In

Dust in our eyes our own boots kicked up
Heartsick we nursed along the way we picked up
You may not see it when it's sticking in your skin
But we're better off for all that we let in

Lost friends and loved ones much too young
So much promises and work left undone
When all that guards us is a single centerline
And the brutal crossing over when it's time

I don't know where it all begins
And I don't know where it all will end
We're better off for all that we let in.

One day those toughies will be withered up and bent
The father, son, the holy warriors and the president
With glory days of put up dukes for all the world to see
Beaten into submission in the name of the free

We're in a nevolution I have heard it said
Everyone's so busy now but do we move ahead
The planets hurting and atoms splitting
And a sweater for your love you sit there knitting.

I don't know where it all begins
And I don't know where it all will end
We're better off for all that we let in.

See those crosses on the side of the road
Tied with ribbons in the medium
They make me grateful I can go this far
Lay me down and never wake me up again.

Kat writes a poem and she sticks it on my truck
We don't believe in war and we don't believe in luck
The birds were calling to her, what were they saying
As the gate blew open the tops of the trees were swaying.

I've passed the cemetery walk my dog down there
I read the names in stone and say a silent prayer
When I get home you're cooking supper on the stove
And the greatest gift of life is to know love.

I don't know where it all begins
And I don't know where it all will end
We're better off for all that we let in.

a few randoms

Well, Tim Drake was wearing his collar flipped up over the weekend. But his whole shirt was also inside out, so the playfulness of that balanced the obnoxiousness of the collar quite nicely and I let it slide.

Happy thought for the day: Ashley told me last nite that her brother Dan said her roommate all-star cast would include me, Elizabeth, and Audrey. I guess he's really liked us. He told her that everytime he sees Elizabeth or me we make him laugh. He's such a good person and I always enjoy his company. Glad he can feel the same about me. I even admit to being jealous of the relationship between Ashley and him. He's so great to her.

on the subject of honesty . . .

Honesty is something I greatly appreciate. And it's a courtesy that I expect returned. I guess I expect too much.

Timing is a part of honesty, too, because if a person is allowed to go a certain amount of time thinking something while another person knows it isn't correct, and that person allows more than a justifiable amount of time to pass without fixing the misconception, then dishonesty has taken place.

Emily admired me for having an agenda and making it somewhat known. I guess that's where I went wrong, though.

I shouldn't feel like I have to apologize for being honest and upfront with others about my feelings. I'm sick of playing the games, and that's one of the biggest ways to put a stop to it--to finally share the truth of our feelings with others. But I really don't like that somebody else has construed it that I should apologize for being honest with him.

It made him uncomfortable.

Honesty never has been, or will be, something that I will apologize for. I can apologize for the effects of that honesty, but the actual telling of it is never a mistake. The effects in this case being that I made someone uncomfortable.

Well, heaven forbid. Welcome to this world. If that's the worst wound you come out of this with, then life has plenty of surprises left for you. Don't go cryin home to momma.

Peeves

Don't flip your collar up unless you're Cate Blanchett in The Aviator and it's real and authentic and allowed. It just screams that you're trying too hard. It smacks of effort.

And on another note, it's Friday nite and I'm bored. Supposed to watch a movie with some people but I can't call who I really want to call, so . . . I guess he's in VP somewhere playing games, or something. Whatev.

Chubby Hitler

Yeah. So this blog needs a new name before I start handing it out to people. It's not that I don't dig Chrishley. It's a special thing to me, but it's gotta be a little more universal. Chubby Hitler is a nice one, as is Zombie Jury. But neither of these contain any version of my name, which I think I would like in there somewhere. We'll save them for band names.

The Curse

The curse is real! I only had very strong suspicions before, but sufficient events have occurred to now make it statistically significant that the boys I date end up marrying the girl they date right after me. Spencer, Kevin, Jon, Millhouse, Jeff, Steve. And now Jimmy. and I had told him. we'd even joked about it! "Yeah, so whenever you feel like you're ready to get married, just break up with me and whoever comes along, you'll be set." a jest, some light-hearted banter, all in good fun. But sure enough . . . August 5th in the Manti Temple.
Watch out world, Christie's on the loose.

Yeah, Whatever

We don't have to stay friends,
Let's pretend to be enemies.
Whatever makes you happy,
Whatever makes it beautiful,
Whatever leaves you satisfied.