sign the brand-spankin'-new guestbook... where I'm calling you from ~
2001-01-17 - 16:03:28 ariana called me last night, the first chance we've had to talk in weeks, and when I started trying to tell her how I was, I just started falling apart. there's only so long I can pretend that I'm okay with where I'm at. I'm in fucking milwaukee and I'm working at a damn temp job. I'm afraid I'm going to bruise my wings flinging myself against the bars of my cage. even though I know that this is just a temporary holdup, I think some part of me is afraid of getting trapped in this world. this is not where I belong. I want my life back. two more weeks, I keep telling myself. I know I can hold on for that long. any longer than that and I don't know what might happen...
the old-school guestbook archives
my amazon wish list...
my favorite astrologer...
my favorite artist...
yerba mate revolution!
erowid: a travel guide for interior journeys...
no more war:
MoveOn.org
United for Peace and Justice
True Majority
seek the truth:
Common Dreams
Unamerican Activities
The Nation
people I adore, diaries I read:
rev.raikes
ariana
cubiclegirl
epiphany
glitter333
laurakay
wammo
the music:
the asylum street spankers
backyard tire fire
blue highway
bill camplin
wendy colonna
freedom tribe
joules graves
guy forsyth band
hamsa lila
hanuman
libby kirkpatrick
leftover salmon
pamela means
medeski martin & wood
the motet
the nice outfit
nickel creek
open road
rose polenzani
railroad earth
south austin jug band
string cheese incident
taarka
tha musemeant
the devil makes three
tim o'brien band
trolley
wild sage
keller williams
yonder mountain string band
(((rings)))