i wonder what happened to all the moments i once considered memorable. i guess by definition they weren’t memorable in the first place… or maybe they’re just lying dormant in my mind, waiting for a few seconds before i die so they can flash before my eyes.

though, sometimes i wonder what my past self would say to me now. i’m sure depending on which “past self” the message would be quite different. i bet my first grade self would wonder why i’m not an astronaut, a cop, or a superhero.

my biggest fears:
(3) being a bad parent
(2) angry people
(1) bees

one thing i’ve always been bad at: rekindling lost friendships. i think about it often. and then do nothing. smooth.

right now, i’m not a fighter or a lover; i’m an indifferent who wishes he were one or the other.

there are about 330,000 jobs i could see myself being completely satisfied with, at least in the short-term. on that list: mailman, inventory auditor, lounge singer.

creation. destruction. creation. destruction. i heart i heart hucakbees.

also, rowan atkinson is superbly underrated.

today’s top (bottom) story: i know in my heart what’s right. i just don’t know whether i should listen to my heart.

current mood: bloggy

current music: ray j – sexy can i (okay, not really)