"Love songs suck and fairy tales aren't true and happy ending Hollywood is not for me and you..."

"I dreamed I was missing,
You were so scared,
But no one would listen
Cause no one else cared.
After my dreaming,
I woke with this fear,
What am I leaving
When I'm done here?
So if you're asking me,
I want you to know...
When my time comes,
forget the wrong that I've done.
Help me leave behind
some reasons to be missed.
And don't resent me,
And when you're feeling empty,
Keep me in your memory,
Leave out all the rest."

I'm a fruit loop in a world of cherrios...

I have a masters degree, but don't assume I'm smart. I tend to get myself involved with disrepectful people and I do disrepectful things.
I'm kind of a tool, and I'm pretty okay with that.... Actually I'm a huge tool. Don't like it? Don't talk to me. At least you've been warned...

I like kissing hands and shaking babies. I'm no good at art. I'm scared of cling wrap. I'm a bad dancer, but I do it anyway. I can't cook. I like to sing really loud to crappy songs. My favorite summertime activity is swinging in my hammock. I love the ocean. I love mac and cheese. I'm so IRISH it'll make you sick. I love the grass. I hate working. I'm not a morning person. I love a good cry. I'm pretty tough. I'm a Red Sox fan. Rachel Ray's voice is the sound that makes me punch infants...

"This is your life. Good to the last drop. It doesn't get any better than this. This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time. This isn't a seminar, this isn't a weekend retreat. Where you are now, you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like. Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are all part of the same compost heap. We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world. You are not your bank account. You are not the clothes you wear. You are not the contents of your wallet.You are not your bowel cancer. You are not your grande latte. You are not the car you drive. You are not your f*cking khakis. You have to give up. You have to realize that someday you will die. Until you know that, you are useless. I say, let me never be complete. I say, may I never be content. I say, deliver me from Swedish furniture. I say, deliver me from clever art. I say, deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth. I say, you have to give up. I say, evolve and let the chips fall where they may. This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time."