tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319770538009995992024-03-13T21:37:25.904-06:00Car MarCarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-20528227170142473482010-08-29T12:14:00.000-06:002010-08-29T12:14:13.943-06:00Oh, maaaaaan....Wow. The clarity I've found recently has been very mind bottling. "Did you just say 'mind bottling?' Ya, 'mind bottling.' When things get so crazy it gets your thoughts all trapped like a bottle?" -Will Farrell.<br />
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The floodgates have opened and everything suddenly makes sense. I've never felt so sure about something in my life. I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.<br />
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Life is good.<br />
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Reach out and grab it!CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-37649362653469296932010-08-10T01:38:00.000-06:002010-08-10T01:38:33.659-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/TGEAE9xOn_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/PYRssWT5Ba8/s1600/davidde+-+Lovers+In+The+Rain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/TGEAE9xOn_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/PYRssWT5Ba8/s320/davidde+-+Lovers+In+The+Rain.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/TGD3Sq13rVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/dVsOzyHfnRw/s1600/lovers.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/TGD3Sq13rVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/dVsOzyHfnRw/s320/lovers.bmp" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/TGEA7R_iKdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DesIA_7YmEs/s1600/Henrik+Berger+Jorgensen.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/TGEA7R_iKdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DesIA_7YmEs/s320/Henrik+Berger+Jorgensen.bmp" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: large;">Smile.</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: large;">Someone loves you like crazy...</span></em></div>CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-36990549770453966712010-08-08T19:17:00.000-06:002010-08-08T19:17:01.299-06:00Wishful Thinking<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/TF9AjY_jnSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dgguK_AkrUA/s1600/Photos-photos_1088103921_Floating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/TF9AjY_jnSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dgguK_AkrUA/s320/Photos-photos_1088103921_Floating.jpg" /></a></div>I don't think I have the strength to be with you. My feelings are hurt without you doing anything intentional. Most of my daily choices are questioned with "Will this start an argument later?" That's no way to live. No one should have that much power or influence over me. Next week you are leaving town for a month and when you return I will be on vacation. Before we know it, Fall will pass and your plans to relocate out of state will take affect...what am I supposed to do? Do I just go with the flow until you move? Do we work on "us" and hope that the thought of being so happy together will result in us moving together? Or do I cut off ties now and hope to be friends later on down the road? The thought of you not being in my life makes me my heart sink, but my walls are up. So much damage has been done and the posibility of letting you back into my world just to break my heart is terrifying. My inner fighter is pulling for us but reality is taking over. I don't have the strength to be with you..all over again.CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-24701900668009880312010-07-20T01:27:00.001-06:002010-07-20T01:38:10.060-06:00"Before I knew" - Basia BulatI can't stop dreaming about you, John Beach! You're a cutie!<br />
<object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vZ5-pSBBOsE&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vZ5-pSBBOsE&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-1896975167705995602010-07-17T13:02:00.001-06:002010-07-17T13:04:31.489-06:00I LOVE RED ROCKS!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/TEH1s8ld5oI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F6IxdmbAutQ/s1600/102_4210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/TEH1s8ld5oI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F6IxdmbAutQ/s320/102_4210.JPG" /></a>Today was so AWESOME!! My friend and I went out to cross train at the most amazing amphitheater in the world...Red Rocks!! (Of course I haven't been to every amphitheater in the world...YET...but, I'm biast since I live so close)</div><br />
My friend, Dawn, is training for the San Francisco Nike Women's Marathon in October and I'm training (well getting more serious at least) for the Maui Half Marathon I'm running in September. Red Rocks is such a popular fitness spot on the weekends, it's crazy! There's a FREE boot camp held every Saturday morning that looks intense!! <br />
<a href="http://www.redrocksfitness.com/">http://www.redrocksfitness.com/</a>.<br />
People were running the seats (behind us), doing push ups facing downward, using resistance bands on the side railings, doing yoga poses and core workouts at the top of the stairs like machines! How motivating!! We just ended up doing our "own" boot camp and copying some (super hot) guy doing push ups and dips next to us. Along with our wimpy arm workout, we did 5 laps of hiking up and down the stairs. Next week, I'm hoping to have three other lovely ladies join us that couldn't this morning (two of which *cough* tied one on last night and couldn't get out of bed and the other who needed to log a 15 mile run for her full Maui Marathon training schedule). <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'll report back next week about the boot camp...that is if I survive!!</div>CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-32354114094364969472010-07-15T22:32:00.000-06:002010-07-15T22:32:24.107-06:00Sebastien Tellier - LookI once announced, as I watched someone walk away from me, that I always stare at people's asses when I walk behind them.<br />
A guy friend of mine responded with, "Well, ya, it's the only thing that moves on that side of the body."<br />
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This was posted on a friends Facebook page today...LOVE IT!!<br />
<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KX82DXvmQu4&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KX82DXvmQu4&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-6812433235867102222010-06-17T01:01:00.003-06:002010-06-19T01:29:19.453-06:00I feel like a battered housewife sometimes. He knocks me down with his words, passive aggressively turns the situation around on me, accuses me of some off the wall incident he's made up in his head to be true and then tells me he loves me the very next minute. What?? He might as well just punch me in the face...it'll hurt just as bad.CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-6527971416193370132009-10-22T09:33:00.013-06:002009-10-22T10:47:11.858-06:00Yes Please!!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/SuCMOsvqHYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kDjEPpBTsZM/s1600-h/gothfox+designs.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395466537746963842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/SuCMOsvqHYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kDjEPpBTsZM/s320/gothfox+designs.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/SuCMKv4jXkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FHCEas0kj70/s1600-h/il_430xN_69137857.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395466469870100034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/SuCMKv4jXkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FHCEas0kj70/s320/il_430xN_69137857.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/SuCL0mLqZoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JHpTuGuyetE/s1600-h/il_430xN_96830563.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395466089308776066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/SuCL0mLqZoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JHpTuGuyetE/s320/il_430xN_96830563.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/SuCL0UmgLwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VLzzm6y2Gh4/s1600-h/il_430xN_94242323.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395466084589514498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/SuCL0UmgLwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VLzzm6y2Gh4/s320/il_430xN_94242323.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/SuCLtqwS_7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/XPVOuKg9xkk/s1600-h/il_430xN_96830562.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395465970277089202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/SuCLtqwS_7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/XPVOuKg9xkk/s320/il_430xN_96830562.jpg" /></a> </div></div></div></div>CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-20209849686718306342009-10-06T18:40:00.004-06:002009-10-08T16:12:57.016-06:00Fuhhh-Q!You think you're so sly...so sneaky...dodging bullets left and right by hiding evidence? You're both sick. You have NO clue what I know. You have no clue what I am capable of...what I could exploit. The bullsh*t, cowardly acts you're pulling are hilarious!! How dare you two insult my intelligence! You're just embarrassing yourselves and you don't even know it! What makes you think you need to hide what you've done? To spare my feelings? Please! Grow up. You may be the most pathetic duo I've ever met...let alone the WORST friends I could have ever asked for. Thank GOD the two of you aren't part of my life anymore. What a lesson. Luckily for me, I'm able to bury the hatchet, move on and stay focused on what I want in life...which is exactly what the two of you are sitting back waiting for...and will ALWAYS be waiting for.<br /><br />I'm working my ass off to achieve what's coming for me...which is going to be so AMAZING. You think what's happened to your careers so far is embarrassing? That you've reached a low? Stagnant? Unemployed? Well, just wait...you deserve everything that's coming back on you. This is nothing...<br /><br />...and I'm so happy that I get to sit back and watch without making a single move...<br />karma is a mother f*cker...CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-26481725528559712172009-09-16T15:04:00.001-06:002009-09-21T15:50:32.331-06:00I could listen to this intro by XX for hours...CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-33564659729709953832009-09-09T14:19:00.003-06:002009-09-09T17:47:42.635-06:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/Sqg9r-ren9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/HrX8ysJT_TE/s1600-h/theblight.net.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379617580663087058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/Sqg9r-ren9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/HrX8ysJT_TE/s200/theblight.net.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Domes in Black Rock City, NV</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(theblight.net)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /> </div></span><div align="center"><em>I am in a euphoric state of mind. </em><br /><em>I feel as if I'm floating. It's amazing...but I'm kind of waiting for the "stupid" to wear off. I feel like Ron Livingston from Office Space...hypnotized. I really like it actually. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I lost my camera out on the Playa and I don't really care. I wigged out Sunday morning when I discovered it was missing. We went dome hopping in search for "the one with the cubby holes" and had no luck finding the camera. I know if it's returned to the lost and found that it won't work, but all I want is the memory card. But now I really don't have a worry. I believe that it'll come back to me if it's meant to be...especially at an event like Burning Man. </em></div>CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-86813963020857019932009-09-01T13:31:00.009-06:002009-09-10T10:47:26.412-06:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/Sqg_dij0RwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/has5z8xBE44/s1600-h/14_AudreyKawasaki_Odaijini_500-white.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379619531619845890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/Sqg_dij0RwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/has5z8xBE44/s200/14_AudreyKawasaki_Odaijini_500-white.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">Audrey Kawasaki-Odaijini</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(my ipod cover)</span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/Sqg_dij0RwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/has5z8xBE44/s1600-h/14_AudreyKawasaki_Odaijini_500-white.jpg"></a><p align="center"><br />I love when my ipod knows what type of mood I'm in.<br />When I'm having a sh*tty day (like today) I shuffle the songs and they speak to me. Today I'm dealing with addiction (non drug related), anger, loneliness, stress and exhaustion. I've heard the first few songs so many times but these lyrics just popped out at me today... </p><p align="center"><br /><em>"You ever want something that you know you shouldn't have?<br />And the more you know you shouldn't have it...<br />the more you want it?"-Rhymefest</em></p><p align="center"><br /><em>"Go straight to hell boy..." -Clash</em></p><p align="center"><br /><em>"Many is a word that only leaves you guessing. Guessing about a thing you really ought to know." -Led Zeppelin</em></p><p align="center"><br /><em>"You only see what your eyes want to see. How can life be what you want it to be" -Madonna</em></p><p align="center"><br /><em>"How long must you wait for it? How long must you pay for it?" -Coldplay</em></p><p align="center"><br /><em>"Your ears are full but your empty.<br />Holding out your heart to people who never really care how you are." -Blur</em></p><p align="center"><br />I need to set shuffle dates more often.</p>CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-34170628087335520622009-08-31T13:43:00.004-06:002009-09-09T17:02:11.177-06:00Playa or dust...I mean bust!So after a 5 year break, I'm heading back to the Playa to spend three days and two nights with a girlfriend of mine in Black Rock City, NV. We've been so excited that we're acting like giddy school girls. This adventure is going unbelievable! I can't wait to escape the "default world" for a few days...CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-44618601458370272962009-07-30T16:58:00.005-06:002009-07-30T17:22:07.880-06:00Not on a plane, but in a train<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/SnIpzQ4pL7I/AAAAAAAAADc/zjvcbS608UU/s1600-h/train.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364396066834296754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/SnIpzQ4pL7I/AAAAAAAAADc/zjvcbS608UU/s200/train.jpg" border="0" /></a> Last night I dreampt I was traveling with an exboyfriend through the desert on a train. Our window view was sand for days and days but there were so many stops along the journey. At each station we saw someone we knew from the past when we were a couple but as the stops started getting more frequent we each started seeing people we met after we broke up. At the last stop, I noticed a band on his left ring finger. I asked him who that was from and he explained that it was from his current girlfriend...who had just got up to use the bathroom. I woke up immediately.CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-12616390306369702932009-07-23T14:12:00.001-06:002009-07-23T14:22:36.719-06:00Farewell DM...<div style="width:300px;"><object width="300" height="110"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/IsF_7rZ9Di/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/IsF_7rZ9Di/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"><div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /></a></div><form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"><input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /><input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /><div style="padding-top:3px;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&ek=IsF_7rZ9Di" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&ek=IsF_7rZ9Di" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&ek=IsF_7rZ9Di" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&ek=IsF_7rZ9Di" rel="nofollow" ><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/IsF_7rZ9Di/" border="0" /></a></div></form></div></div><br/><a href="http://www.imeem.com/thekills/music/_qrdcpGI/the-kills-black-balloon/">Black Balloon - The Kills</a>CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-7368375011818851542009-07-21T18:10:00.002-06:002009-07-21T18:13:43.589-06:00I have a headache...<div align="center">Must lay off the candy, coffee and fake cheese! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It's all water and green tea from here on out...I'm back on the wagon.</div>CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-63700288356537822232009-07-21T18:05:00.000-06:002009-07-23T14:21:58.378-06:00<div style="width:300px;"><object width="300" height="110"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Boc_3CGWmr/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Boc_3CGWmr/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"><div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /></a></div><form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"><input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /><input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /><div style="padding-top:3px;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&ek=Boc_3CGWmr" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&ek=Boc_3CGWmr" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&ek=Boc_3CGWmr" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&ek=Boc_3CGWmr" rel="nofollow" ><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/Boc_3CGWmr/" border="0" /></a></div></form></div></div><br/><a href="http://www.imeem.com/artists/atmosphere/music/pqarVDCy/atmosphere-puppets-amended/">Puppets (Amended) - Atmosphere</a>CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-28889860990640820952009-07-21T17:59:00.011-06:002009-07-22T17:16:13.261-06:00I think it's great how you used to be great...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><em>"A lot of pressure in the middle of those shoulders </em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><em>And we ain't gettin' nothing but older </em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><em>Ain't nothing change but the day we run from </em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>But nobody knows that better than you, huh?..."</strong></span><br /></em><span style="font-size:85%;">(I Love Slug-o)</span><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Why do boys run away? Too much pressure in the middle of those shoulders, perhaps? I keep finding the same type of man over and over again...interesting.</span><br /><br /></div><div align="center">A relationship, as I knew it, ended yesterday. There were so many beautiful aspects about it...from the way we met at a bar without exchanging numbers then randomly meeting on the street the very next day...to the night we broke up under a tree in the rain with a tornado siren sounding in the distance. </div><br /><div align="center">Magical. But it had to end. </div><br /><div align="center">I've always known that if you are scared of losing someone, they are probably worth keeping around. </div><div align="center">I tried and I lost him...more than once. </div><br /><div align="center">Last night, his arms posed as shelter from the raindrops that fell through the leaves of the tree we stood under. No words were spoken, just long stares into each others souls as we held one another...memorizing each others faces as if it were the last time we'd be this close. We knew it would be. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It was emotional, yet amazing.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">As we exchanged one last long squeeze, he whispered "I Love You." The wind picked up, the thunder crashed, the rain poured in sideways flooding the streets and our shelter weakened...just as our relationship did. Our fingertips clasped, we kissed and yelled through the storm "I Love You" one last time before running our separate ways into the dark. <br /><br />Fin.<br /><br />What a dramatically confused lover he was...I'm gunna miss him. </div><div align="center"> </div>CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-38999576513366966072009-07-20T10:29:00.005-06:002009-07-21T12:17:40.065-06:00<a href="http://khushi.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/trust.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 493px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://khushi.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/trust.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">...where can I find some? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?</span> </div>CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-44056526976587613332009-07-09T13:25:00.006-06:002009-07-21T18:13:04.856-06:00Ahhhh...Man I feel so at ease. I've let go of some of the most negative people in my life and it feels amazing. I had no idea that the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">reoccurring</span> nightmares, the anxiety and the feeling of needing to crawl out of my f*<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cking</span> skin all <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">stemmed</span> from them...her...the people I used to turn to for anything. It's all gone now...I can finally breathe.CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231977053800999599.post-4255490080563170062009-06-23T16:08:00.000-06:002009-06-23T18:12:37.638-06:00Sideways<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/SkFu5GJCSkI/AAAAAAAAACU/mU0jppXDyJ0/s1600-h/Jean+Louis+Venne.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350679759472970306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XTac4fJmahA/SkFu5GJCSkI/AAAAAAAAACU/mU0jppXDyJ0/s320/Jean+Louis+Venne.jpg" border="0" /></a>Photo by: Jean Louis Venne</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br />It's dark and gloomy.<br />The rain is coming in sideways, slapping my window right in the face. It hurts me for some reason.<br />Brings me to the lyrics of this song by Citizen Cope...<br /><br /><br />You know it ain't easy <div align="center">For these thoughts here to leave me</div><div align="center">There's no words to describe it</div><div align="center">In French or in English</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Cause, diamonds they fade</div><div align="center">And flowers they bloom</div><div align="center">And I'm telling you</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">These feelings won't go away</div><div align="center">They've been knockin' me sideways</div><div align="center">They've been knockin' me out babe</div><div align="center">Whenever you come around me</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">These feelings won't go away </div><div align="center">They've been knockin' me sideways</div><div align="center">I keep thinking in a moment that</div><div align="center">Time will take them away</div><br /><div align="center">But these feelings won't go away...</div></div>CarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01360108376150523105noreply@blogger.com0