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So much has happened.

I highly doubt that anyone reads this any longer, since my professional career has taken over much of my off time.

I actually wrote part of a book.  I haven't finished it, but i'd like to.

With the job that i'm trying to get, it will  leave me lots of free time to, maybe, finish it.

I am one of the top three candidates for a Head Chef position working at a refuge for abused, abandoned, and neglected children.

The hours are half what I work now (more than half really), and the pay is 4 times as much.

So, not only would I be able to actually do something good for mankind, but I could actually live comfortably as well.  It's a win-win, and I will be able to go home at the end of the night feeling like I have made a difference in SOMEONES life.

And then, there's Chellse...

:devidkexxler:

That's my girlfriend, you see.

The love of my life.

She makes me feel like a normal human, and I, frankly, don't know how to handle that.

We're moving in to our apartment together tomorrow.  We start a great life in less than 24 hours.

There is so much I want to write and say, but i'm so tired from moving at night and working during the day, that I don't have the energy.

Suffice it to say, I'm fucking happy.  I'm in love.

And this is going to last a life time.


I sang and played this for her on my guitar, on the day that we both said, "I Love You" to each other.

That was a great day.  


The Graveyard Near The House</i></u> by The Airborne Toxic Event</i>

The other day when we were walking by the graveyard near the house you asked me if I thought
Would ever die. And if life and love both fade so predictably, we've made ourselves a kind of predictable lie.
So I pictured us like corpses lying side by side in pieces in some dark and lonely plot under a bough. We looked so silly
There all decomposed, half turned to dust in tattered clothes, though we probably look just as silly now.

Bye, bye, bye, all this dog-eared innocence. I can't pretend that I can tell you what is going to happen next or how to be.
But you have no idea about me. Do you?

It left me to wonder if people ever know each other or just stumble around like strangers in the dark. Because sometimes
You seem so strange to me, I must seem strange to you. We're like two actors playing two parts. Did you memorize your lines? 'Cause
I did. Here's the part where I get so mad. I tell you that I can't forget the past. You get so quiet now
And you seem somehow like a lost and lonely child and you just hope that the moment won't last.

Bye, bye, bye all this dogged innocence. I can't pretend that I can tell you what is going to happen next or how to be.
But you have no idea about me. Do you?

Still, there's always a way around. There's something tying our feet to the ground.
A moment passed, we hear how it sounds. And it seems a little less profound, like we're all
Going the same way down.

I'm just trying to write it all down.

I write songs, and you write letters. We are tied like two in tethers, and we talk and read and laugh and sleep at night in
Bed together. And you wake in tears sometimes, I can see the thoughts flash across your eyes.
They say, "Darling will you be kind? Will you be a good man and stay behind if I get old?"

Then the letters all flash through my head, with the words that I was told about the fading flesh of life and love,
The failures of the bold. I can list each crippling fear like I'm reading from a will.

And I'll defy every one and love you still. I will carry you with me up every hill. And if you die before I die,
I'll carve your name out of the sky. I'll fall asleep with your memory and dream of where you lie.

It may be better to move on and to let life just carry on and I may be wrong. Still I'll try.

Because it's better to love whether you win or lose or die. It's better to love and I will love you until I die.