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I sorta missed it, okay?
So it's 502.
502 is my new favorite number.

thanks, you guys.

Just sing.

Today I took a quick trip to the mall. I was feeling in a Dresden Dolls sort of mood, so I plugged my iPod touch in, and selected them as the artist, and put it on shuffle. On the way there I listened to Sex Changes and Shores of California. I thought of what, alphabetically, would come next, as I was climbing out of the car. Sing.

So. I ran my errand and climbed back in my car. I turned the volume up, preemptively, as high as my hybrid speakers would support (not too shabby, actually,) and turned this on.

I sang. I sang as loudly and with as much conviction as I could. I made eye contact with every person on the street as I sang. I drummed on the steering wheel and I sang. I stopped at a stoplight, next to an older gentleman in his truck with his windows down. I looked right at him and sang along with Amanda, "You motherf**er you'll sing someday." He smiled.

And that's what the whole experiment was about.
That one moment of connection.

So sing.

Just sing.

A picture's worth a million words... par deux

"Remember, remember..."

"And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man... A man that made me remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget."

I have a lot to say to you.
Too much.


Thank you.

I'm sorry.

How could you.

I love you.

Get it all out. It's good for the soul.
Funny what you could have done if you had followed your own advice. But I suppose that if you wear a mask long enough, you forget who you are underneath. I don't know who you were by the end. But I know I miss you. And I'm angry. And I'm sad. I'm going to make you proud, and I'm going to do better.


~Don't Postpone Joy~