Apr 2012 

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Does it even have a pulse?

Just remember, what impresses you isn't likely to impress everyone.

Don't slow down now.

Win some, lose more.

Just remember how sweet life really is.

Wind sprints have never made me feel so good.

I made it when I was born.

Second class lover.

I feel it's no different than the lesson of having to leave home to learn how much you love it.

Treat you like a glass of chocolate milk.

Find a way to say yes.

Climb high and jump far.

At least I'm feeling things I used to feel.

Defective? Yup, that sums me up pretty well.

And the odds of dying alone take another leap in growth.

These are no accidental blues.

Where talent meets passion.

For some people the difficult part is learning how to be loved.

Emo city.

Self discovery days.

I lost the balance.

If only my life was as rad as my mullet.

Put some Neil into it.

Jumping off the deep end when I don't know how to swim.

Cry, run, work your butt off.

Considering how it started...

Just got a mouthful of blood.

Well, I'm not in Kansas anymore.

The irony is that working hard is what got me in this place to begin with.

A road trip is love's true test.

Everybody sing along now... R-E-G-R-E-T.

You're never going to get away from that.

Honestly, if we're not on the same page, I think we're only off by a copule in this really large book, and I think that is something that can be worked out.

I am, a rural peacock.

Setback, don't be afraid.

Refresh, refresh, refresh.

I got burned out, no pun intended.

Imagine if I did to this what I did to that.

When you commit, consequences are out of mind.

A good lesson for someone who hates losing.

Turns out there's no correlation between winning, losing and having fun.

I found a mohawk hiding underneath my mullet, in a parking lot at 1:30am nonetheless.

I love to leave long-sleeved shirts lying around the house so there is always one within reach.

I'm not sure when, but at some point I started to grow a pretty thick shell and it's been difficult to break open.

Dig deep.

Panic attack style.

I've become the product of my environment.

The next best thing to a hand on me while going to sleep is a breeze, both would be ideal.

The most comfortable place to be is the passenger seat of a car at night during a road trip.

I got 99 problems but a kickflip ain't one... or so I thought.

I would love to hug you.

Apparently I can run twice as far right after eating a giant double chocolate muffin.

If this is the consolation prize, then it is nothing more than a reminder that I lost.

Now that is a proper morning.

How much different are their feelings from mine?

Do the most successful people in the world sometimes have nights like this?

Then again, maybe some dreams are just... well, too good.

How ironic.

I have you guessing.

This is life in general.

You have to learn to manage your downs.

It's incredible how many layers love has.

Now those are some good tears.

Keep chipping away at that rock.

OMG, and by that I mean, "Oh my, gorgeous!"

Love her well.

That is one hell of a hiccup.

Beautiful, intelligent, and best of all full of life.