this is the story of a girl and a boy, but you've heard it a thousand times before. boy likes girl, boy thinks girl likes boy, girl likes other boy, girl thinks boy is friend. if communi cation is the key to succeesful relationships why do so many fail with such travesty? almost a martyr to learn a lesson when we really stop to think about how we fell into such a precarious position. these tiny cities made of ashes* we find nothing of value, for all good things are hidden under layers of unfathomable disguise. from the worst smelling manure may come the sweetest scented rose. i don't know where im going with this entry, quite off the rocker. i needed a break and that's what i've received in a manor of speaking, so that's good i guess. but i need wine, so i bid you adiue.

*modest mouse reference