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Las Colinas
Irving, TX

Shit..
I haven't gotten a free Slurpee yet.
Be back soon

It's so close
I can taste it
in this Kilowatt
induced trance.
I feel you surge
through me. In me.
Beside me.
The static builds
between my
synapses. I feel it
form like honey.
It's farm fresh
eggs and bacon
on an early spring
morning, hot black
coffee, and the smell
of slightly burnt toast.
I keep forgetting I
have a hole in my
flesh so I keep poking
at it to scratch that
deep internal [...]

I should be packing, but I'm not.
Instead I'm going through 's photography on Deviant Art [link

I'm going to try to take a nap for an hour.
Then Jaclyn's going to come over and we are going to get dinner (company welcome).
Then I'm going to pack my room while she watches TV.

I just got an amazing "I love you" gift in the mail from an amazing girl.
She took a journal, just a plain ordinary journal like you'd find in the bookstore. She covered the front and back with torn pieces of newspaper to give it an "ink" feel. Then, in "ransom note" style, she wrote "inked [...]

I am fidgety. I can't concentrate. I can't think. Nothing makes any sense.
I feel like all of the atoms in my body have released their bonds on one another a little bit. And so now, in between every little crack of me, there is this dead air. I can't touch it, or see it, but [...]

Is it too early to go home?
I just want to take a nap.
Then I'll start packing, put the finishing touches on a present for my baby, pack some more, and then go back to bed.
I can't decide if I should take tomorrow off or not. I get the keys in the morning, and there is [...]

I'm not really that hungry. I just don't want to sit in front of this computer anymore. So I am going to lunch. Not to eat. Just to drive.

I think I need to look at this a little bit differently.
I can't "quit" smoking, because I never really started in the first place. I mean, sure, I smoked my first cigarette long, long ago. But so did Brad, and Justin, and Wes. Did they ever "quit"? Not in the usual sense of the word. [...]