We get up early just to start cranking the generator Our limbs have been asleep we need to get the blood back in 'em We're finding every day several ways that we could be friends We keep on churning and the lights inside the house turned on And in our native language we are chanting ancient songs And when we quiet down the house chants on without us

because my mind sees the clarity of my confusion.

I have to say how happy I am that The Civil Wars are finally getting the recognition they're due. I've been a great admirer of their music for years and finally now they're getting Grammy's and film soundtrack slots and everything! Twiddelly dee, twiddely dum. I feel priveleged to be one of their original fans, though i doubt it means anything special. It just makes me feel happy, that's all. =)

...It's like watching myself from the oustide, seeing myself set everything that made me happy ablaze. I know why I have to end this, but I just keep cracking and cracking and the pain is starting to wear me down. Lying in this bed with these covers and knowing that you're sleeping in some strange bed miles away doesn't help at all. With every day that passes, I chip a little more. And I wish you'd respond when I say how much I fucking love you.

That man is truly talented. YouTube him!

Private journals annoy me. They get you all hopeful of reading an interesting tidbit on someone's life and then get flatly refused. Talk about dissapointment... I feel insecure about the smell in my room right now. It stinks of stagnant clean laundry. Stop Joseph Kony, watch Kony 2012 on YouTube. My voice has stopped doing natural vibrato for some reason. What on earth!? I sound all flat now. I have no idea what i'm doing differently. Beards are fucking gorgeous.