I could write books
bout all the things you dont know about me,
page after page of all the things you didnt say.
I could write books
bout all the things you didnt do,
And then write twice as much
about how much I still love you.
I drop hints about my birthday,
you forget it anyway.
I say pick me up at seven,
and you do, but the wrong day.
Is there something I should know about
thats going on inside?
What is wrong with me that theres
so much of you you hide?
I could write books
bout all the ways you hurt me,
All the ways you didnt even know could destroy a person so.
I could write books
bout all the things you took from me,
And then write twice as much
About how much you give back.
I could fill all the desert sands
With ancient scriptures from my hands,
Watch siroccos come erase them
And then write them all again.
I just cant understand why I do
all these things that dont make sense;
but love it seems has a logic
that defies all evidence.
I could write books
bout all the things I dont know about you,
volumes one and two of all the doubt youve put me through.
And maybe Ill never know
why you do the things you do,
but I do know...Ill always love you.
Cuz deep inside, I think you love me, too.

 

From the musical "Zanna Don't!"

So my brother Matt (the one on my friends list without a picture) was all hyped about a comedian named Dane Cook. I was like, who's that? And so he showed me some clips, and the guy is just so "f'ing funny. (Thanks Jason, now I use "f"ing all the time :) Then I realized, hey wait a second, I've seen this guy before! Yeah, awhile ago my, then best friend, Walter took me to City Jazz, to the comedy show there. And guess what, Dane Cook was one of the people I had seen. Probably the funniest of the night. What a "f"ing cool coinkidink. So go check him out and see if his zany, off the wall humor tickles your thighs. www.danecook.com MAUH!

My Best Friend
Today I found a friend,
Who knew everything I felt.
He knew my every weakness,
And the problems I've been dealt.

He understood my wonders,
And listened to my dreams.
He listened to how I felt about life and love,
And knew what it all means.

Not once did he interrupt me,
Or tell me I was wrong.
He understood what I was going through,
And promised he'd stay long

I reached out to this friend
To show him that i care
To pull him close and let him know
How much I need him there

I went to hold his hand
To pull him a bit nearer
And realized that this perfect friend I found
Was nothing but my mirror.