Goodbye horses

Oh, no, sir. I must say you're wrong.

Sometimes you find yourself in this spot where everything feels great and perfect. Everything is right, EXCEPT .... that it's not. You want to run the other direction because you fear you are fooling yourself into thinking everything is all right. And damnit to hell that you don't have a fucking clue.

But isn't that what makes life so great?
Goodbye, horses. I'm lying over you.

In your face, Err !

Real post? on Xanga? UNHEARD OF !

This is the land where I can be vague, coded, ambiguous so that ONLY I may know the true meaning that lies underneath.

But sum it up with: I am happy with my life. I am probably screwing it up, but hey- WHAT'S NEW?

there's too much fresh water in your ocean

it makes me nervous. and wreckless.

"Hey there,
  I know it's hard to feel...

and I can't make it on my own because my heart is in Ohio."

I believe, in my very limited disguise of wisdom, that I have finally and completely removed my heart from the state of Ohio. At least you gave me that. But I will never thank you for it.

and then you find

it is incredibly easy to decieve yourself.

this is how You remind me

that timing is my charm.

and my curse.

For the record, I know my name means Consecrated to God. I don't need a third reminder today...

maybe just a sign. ;)