Just got back in town...

...and this song is stuck in my head

Dear Chicago,
You'll never guess.
You know the girl you said I'd meet someday?
Well, I've got something to confess.
She picked me up on Friday.
Asked me if she reminded me of you.
I just laughed and lit a cigarette,
Said "that's impossible to do."
My life's gotten simple since.
And it fluctuates so much.
Happy and sad and back again.
I'm not crying out to much.
Think about you all the time.
It's strange and hard to deal.
Think about you lying there.
And those blankets lie so still.
Nothing breathes here in the cold.
Nothing moves or even smiles.
I've been thinking some of suicide.
But there's bars out here for miles.
Sorry about the every kiss.
Every kiss you wasted (bad / back)
I think the thing you said was true,
I'm going to die alone and sad.

The wind's feeling real these days.
Yeah, baby, it hurt's me some.
Never thought I'd feel so blue.
New York City, you're almost gone.
I think that I've fallen out of love,
I think I've fallen out of love . . . with you.

very important things to read

To change one's life: 1. Start immediately, 2. Do it flamboyantly, 3. No exceptions.
-William James

So scared of getting older
I'm only good at being young
So I play the numbers game
To find a way to say that life has just begun

Had a talk with my old man
Said "help me understand"
He said "turn sixty-eight
You renegotiate"

"Don't stop this train
Don't for a minute change the place you're in
And don't think I couldn't ever understand
I tried my hand
John, honestly we'll never stop this train"

-John Mayer (as pompous as he is, he writes some good stuff)

state.of.jefferson

Great song by the band Surrogate off the album popular mechanics, my new obsession. very telling and fits the californian mood...

I like the way California smells before a natural disaster, you can always tell when the fire’s coming. Prophets come down from the mountainside, check their breath and start screaming: “better watch your back, ‘cause the fire’s coming”
Nothing burns like a palm tree in the night. Nothing sells quite like sex by candlelight. It’s entertainment in the parlance of our times. We’re all going to float off into space, laughing the night away.
I like the stories that talk about the west coast of Nevada, I’m not sure what it takes to remove a state, but I’ll do some research. All of my friends know the end is near, watch for a pale horse and rider riding on a cloud towards the business center...