Life is one constant journey to feel more loved.

In February, I'm seeing to Promise Ring reunion shows. I couldn't be more stoked.

I can't decide if I wish that I could meet Davey von Bohlen or not. I have so many things I'd like to ask and tons of things I'd want to thank him for. But they say meeting your idols is a bad idea and I generally agree with that. I'll keep thinking about it as I kill time until the next Maritime show I can make it to. Might be a while.

I feel trapped, helpless, alone.

I have no idea how I live without Xanga now.

Maybe I pity myself less. Maybe I'm less self-aware. Maybe my senses are dulling with age. Then a night comes every once in a while - I remember these feelings.

A moments touch but a lifetime of remembering every luscious scent.

I'd say "I'll get over it all" but I'm starting to realize that I probably won't ever really.

The year's been good

We stopped time

The votes are in

It's always July

I'm the king of doves

with perfect skin

and dressing up

and dining in

to our end