Well, well. Sweeeet Cola!

So I leave for Michigan soon...like 48 hours soon. And I am excited to be going there and chillin' in the mitten state. YEAH! I have so much to do until I leave, but oh well. I should not be procrastinating on this damn blog but ...here I am. Drinkin' a beer, typing to no one. And everyone. Sheesh.
So I did it. Went back to black hair and feel soooo much better. They call it Sweet Cola on the box. (too poor to go get it done in a salon, and I do it better anyways....) I love it. Mom's gonna bitch, but I love it. Twenty seven years old and mom cares about my hair color. Oh well. It was black when I was born....
Anyways, all I want for xmas is a new snowboard. And step ins. And boots. Shit! Throw in a new boarding jacket too. We'll see how this goes.

A bit of what's on my other side of the brain:


You.
Shift your eyes.
I walk out into the morning sun and blink as the night unravels.
It's gone, the magic is gone, we're gone.
All that is left is hollow, ringing with regret.
Not from me, but from you.
Look at me!
Just remind me why I chose to seek you,
to reveal myself, to be the fool.
How do you do this, like an amputation.
From reality.
Maybe just my reality.
I'm so fucking stupid.
I shoulda listened, but chose to believe.
The honeyed words of deep knowingness.
Why did I throw you the key?
So silly now, as you move onto the desert,
as you dry up and pull back to your mother.
As you choose to flourish under different rains.
And I didn't wholeheartedly want to be your fire...
raging until your pinecone shell tossed the seeds out.
I merely wanted to be a tear drop,
running down your face as you said goodbye.