As annoying as some people are...setting them on fire would simply be a waste of perfectly good fire.

Quote of the Day:

"That is so bloody typical of this galaxy. I finally get my daughter back and now you tell me we're all about to be blown to pieces in four minutes."
-Arthur Dent, "And Another Thing"

"you and me
we're in this together now
none of them can stop us now
we will make it through somehow
you and me
even after everything
you're the queen and I'm the king
nothing else means anything"

I sometimes have to wonder why I think so much of marriage and family.

I'm in no position to even start that stuff...even if I had someone I could trust, someone to open my soul to...that wouldn't just use me and toss me aside.

What does it matter?
I can't define myself by actions, titles or people...
It is who I am in the light of eternity and the end...


"Now I am somewhere I am not supposed to be,
and I can see things I know I really shouldn't see
And now I know why, now, now, now I know why
Things aren't as pretty
On the inside"


I want to be like Paul, being content in any situation.
But I'm shallow.
In ways I am coming to grips with that...but I don't want to be content with mediocrity...and be changed by the patterns I hate.

Who am I?
I feel as if I am being torn into several pieces...all of them having to be me...forced to be various shades of...so many, many things.

I know I am me.
That should be enough but I worry.
I forget who God is...and what it means to be loved and faithful.

It's a struggle to find balance.
I just...

Words, so many many words.
Endless words.
Circles and figures.
Pain and so much and so little.