A walk through a secluded park blanketed in soft, fine snow with air chilled by embers of falling flakes,

A vibrant, lush, green rainforest with sounds of a pure stream trickling in the distance,

A tepid evening lit by pink and purple clouds that seed a pervading aroma of rain,

A tall, short haired brunette with green eyes and a perfect tan,

A Blue Frosty fresh from the freezer,

The hill country-

-not a one.

Nothing on Earth or Heaven comes remotely close to the measure of beauty you display.

I cannot help but feel sorry for the rest of the world because they have never seen the true nature of Love, Grace and Splendor

–not until they have seen you through my eyes.

It has become an increasing concern of mine that the eventual dumbing of our nation is the direct result of ignorant television.

furthermore, modern kids' toys and icons are an insult to children’s potential intellect and use of imagination. over simplification of themes related to reality and matters essential of life does nothing but retard a child by handicapping learning processes while the perpetually increasing complexity of children’s toys aids only in the destruction of imaginative thinking.

Bobby's World is where it's at.                         ...along with Doug.

as she sips on her wine, she bitches about her alcoholic husband.

you can't teach an old dog new tricks -believe me, it's impossible. they just stare at you like you're a dumbass.  But what you can do is get a new dog that already knows those tricks.

the world is in fact very simple; it's only hard cause we choose to let it be.  but what would we do without a conscience?

the world is in fact impossibly complex; it's only ever simple cause we choose it to be.  but what would we do without dreams?

my dog knows no tricks, and oh, how boring he is...

i've spent a whole hour reading through my old xanga entries.  i used to have so many thoughts.  now? nothing.  

i really seem to have become more ignorant since i started college.  

and why does that not surprise me...

i am sad.

a short conversation about younger days made me depressed.  i'm too old to be young and too young to be old.  i stress myself out over not stressing, and all i ever think about is responsibilities i never take care of.      i never wanted to get older -just wanted to camp in my backyard in a fort built from tarps and fence sections.

i feel like sleeping outside tonight.