relax & inspire.

his foot hits the floor,
open road,
nowhere to go,
but where we're going.
the wintergreen trees swing from the rearview,
while bridget directs our path,
and the exit signs fly like leaves
caught in a windtunnel.
its been a long three month waiting period,
now I'm ready to go home.
and there's no stopping us now.
as if we were hawks,
finally free to soar,
or a famished tiger who has
finally caught his wild boar.
we'll arrive to the circus of our secret city,
the one that's right on the map,
but only found by the finest.
the finest of life,
the finest of love,
the finest of times
you so often heard of,
where you'll come along,
singing your song,
and putting a show on,
and making a fuss,
every other word a cuss,
we'll take you.
so come with me,
to the land of make believe.
you know, the kind you thought
only existed in fairy tales.
and ill show you what it means
to be happy,
to be loved.

now, I don't think that I'm ever really going to pursue writing.
so I'm not terribly worried about it just yet,
but if I ever end up a washed up old writer writing screenplays,
I want to make sure I include the line
'jenna jameson is like the Oprah of porn.'
I think that would be funny.
as a matter of fact,
everytime I think of a line I'd like to hear in a movie,
I'm going to post it here.
ha okay.

"addictions made me smarter, but you can't be stoned all the time."

the room is finally
pretty much set up.
I have capet and everything.
its ill.
and internet!
and cable!
my roommate is actually out
getting the wireless router
as I type this.

why do you feel the need to be scary?
commit harry karry?
and sing like the birds,
in your head.