My dad's birthday is January 3rd.

Every year when he was younger, his mom would leave the Christmas lights up until after his birthday had passed.

Technically

Constellations are just stars connected by invisible lines.  Created by man a long time ago.   

Each of us could look up at the sky at night and see whatever we want to see.  We could connect the dots into any reality we want.  I think about that a lot.

Henri

I have shouted to God and the Virgin, but they have not shouted back and I'm not interested in the still small voice. Surely a god can meet passion with passion?
She says he can.
Then he should.
-The Passion, Jeanette Winterson

It's funny

how the way people are on Facebook is in no way how they are in real life.  Or in front of me.  That may be a better way to put it.  It's all glitter and smiles and good riddance on Facebook but in person you see the madness. Maybe it should be called SaveFacebook because it seems like everyone's just putting up these sunsetty fronts of who they wish they were.

This is How

This is how you survive the unsurvivable, this is how you lose that which you cannot bear to lose, this is how you reinvent yourself, overcome your abusers, fulfill your ambitions and meet the love of your life: by following what is true, no matter where it leads you.” 
- Augusten Burroughs

I wonder

if I'm too inconsistent to have a steady relationship.  Or if I'm too fucking...mentally clouded...to have a steady anything.

Just yesterday

I was talking to someone I hadn't seen in a while.  We were carrying on a serious conversation and I was responding, making a point, and in mid-sentence I forgot what point I was trying to make and just stood there like an idiot.  I do that ALL THE TIME.  I hate it.  Mental paralysis.