Don’t worry, this’ll all be interesting when I’m dead.

I devote this space to you. All of you. Make your mark below… it’s for you. Say something. Anything.

By the way…

HAPPY NEW YEARS!

I asked for and received A Perfect Circle’s “Mer de Noms” for my office gift exchange. I had it once before, but it disappeared. “Thirteenth Step” is such an amazing album — impossible to beat, but it was good to go back to the roots of APC once more. The one bad thing about my current love situation is that every song I hear is relative, now.

Some much more than others.

3 Libras

threw you the obvious and you flew

with it on your back, a name in your recollection,

thrown down among a million same.

difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed

and passed over

when i’ve looked right through

to see you naked and oblivious

and you don’t see me.

but i threw you the obvious

just to see if there’s more behind the eyes

of a fallen angel,

the eyes of a tragedy.

here i am expecting just a little bit

too much from the wounded.

but i see through it all

and see you.

so i threw you the obvious

to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,

eyes of a tragedy.

oh well. apparently nothing.

you don’t see me.

you don’t see me at all.

My dear readers, don’t get sucked into the belief that love is merely a decision.

“Take time today to enjoy the things you normally hurry past. Let go of your worries and frustrations, your expectations and pretenses, and enjoy the moment that you’re living.

Free your happiness from any conditions or limitations you may have put on it. Experience the depth and beauty of the happiness that fills you when you allow it.

Look beyond the little things that normally annoy you. Feel how good it can be to stop fighting against what doesn’t really matter anyway.

Though this day is not perfect, the experience of it can be perfectly beautiful. Count your many blessings, and you’ll see that they far outweigh any obstacles you face.

Release the stressful thoughts from your mind and feel them melt away. This day is yours to live with peaceful purpose.

– Ralph Marston

Each Christmas, now, I am reminded of a story that happened to me a few years back. Some of you may have read it before and I won’t force you to again, but I encourage all to take a few moments to read about how amazing life can be and how the littlest things can make a world of difference to people.

Coz’s True Christmas Story

I’m having somewhat of a birthday party January 7th. Let me know if you’re interested.

Yes, there will be beer — and live music.

“What am I to do with all this silence?”

If my drama is too much for you, then stop continuing the cycle. Be something I can smile about. Be something I can look forward to. Be my friend. I’ll appreciate you more than you know.

…and so she got married.

You not only let me down, but you let the whole world down, little girl.

We all hoped and prayed there was real love out there. We all wished for ourselves that it would come true one day.

We all hoped for a happy ending. Through the thickest of shit, we all carry on waiting for the light to shine upon us. It’s the reason we all are here. We’re waiting for the gift; the thing that makes it all worth it, the gift that lasts for eternity, the one thing that can conquer all. This was my gift to you. The gift that completes you — and in return, completes me.

The light has died and I wonder why I’m still standing…

Lesson #1: There is no happy ending.

There is no fucking happy ending after all.

Kurt Vile has an opening gig at The Point (8 pm) tonight. If you can, please come out and support him on this potentially important night.

Some thoughtful words from Robert Sedlack’s first novel “The African Safari Papers”. (Brought to my attention by Blair on www.toolband.com)

“I have never said a dirty word about Jesus. Ever. But I can’t stand the people who follow him. I can’t stand people who follow anything but their favorite team. We are a society of cowards. How many Christians would go into the desert and survive for forty days and forty nights — with only water from the dew of leaves in the morning to drink, with only bugs and the occasional root of some bitter plant to eat, with no shelter from the scorching sun of the day or the chilling cold of the night, with no toilet paper? How many would do this? Maybe nine. Nine of the millions who call themselves Christians.

It takes hard work to become a captain of eternity. Jesus did really well on his test. On his own! With no cheating. But now there are millions of people looking over his shoulder, stealing answers. Why? Because they don’t want to find them on their own. It’s not like stealing a peek during a math test either — answers that work for one person don’t work for anyone else. You can’t steal life answers and pretend they’re your own. It’s like wearing someone else’s underwear.

These lines of followers stretch as far as the eye can see and everyone in line is pretty goddamn cocky about it. The Jews tell us they’re chosen, Buddhists are enlightened, Christians are saved, Hindus are reincarnated and Muslims devoted. And the rest of us? Walking our solitary walk? We don’t have a fucking chance. Do we? Balderdash. There are as many roads to paradise as there are people on the planet. Hallelujah. We’re all captains of eternity, baby. Fuck the long lines. Keep walking. Stay strong.

I just figured it out!

I have nothing to offer anyone! I don’t do or have drugs, I am not a notable musician, I don’t have money to burn…

I have nothing for you people! Ha! That’s it!

Well fuck you. I’ll GET something you want. Just have to figure out how…

By the way… what do YOU have?

I got Ellen Muth tonight! “Dead Like Me” marathon on Showtime!

Too bad Eagles are on tonight at the same time…. dammit.