we ran out today. no Intense dark mocha for customers. too freaking bad

This is fact not fiction
For the first time in years
And all the girls in every girlie magazine
Can't make me feel any less alone
I'm reaching for the phone

To call at 7:03 and on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home
But i know it's too late
I should have given you a reason to stay

sometimes i wonder if the quiet was not better than all that death and hatred. but i will look about at the illiteracy, hatred, and disease and i will not wonder long. i'm glad that my life is slowly mending itself yet there are things in the world that i long for and are not able to partake in their tasty goodness for months. it makes me sad. but i am willing to wait a lifetime for them. as long as i know that the things i seek will be there when i arrive.

This Is My Weakest Moment. I am forever defeated and i was my own downfall.

i wish i had a camera so i may constatly update my Deviant Page. yet alas, i suck and have no job. oh well as soon as i get a camera i shall update evey few days.