confessions part II.

I ALWAYS have wanted a tattoo.
a sleeve, to be exact. Nothing trashy or showy.
Just the raw drawings of my life and what matters to me most.

i stole a bottle of cologne from Hollister.

as guilty as i feel, it was terribly clever.

i am a sensitive man, but an insensitive boy.
to many, i am sorry.


i enjoy fly fishing.
it's an incredible escape, and a chance for an often needed one on one with myself.
my deepest thoughts, happen waist deep in water.

i am not afraid to die.

i am afraid of the pains of death.

people think i know what i'm doing with my life.
truth is, i'm taking it as it comes at me.
i have NO idea.


i feel like a lot of people take me for granted.
and i let them.

i've tasted the forbidden fruit, and it was delicious.

i felt bad because i didn't feel bad.

i go to the gym for myself.
i don't go for anyone else but me.


i can love.
but i still don't know exactly what it means.

i don't have a bed. my room is too small.

i sleep on some old camping pads.

i want to travel the world.
i want to live out of a suitcase.


M.L.C. is my inspiration. she has more unconquerable light inside than anyone i know.


i sometimes catch myself daydreaming of marriage.
painting the den.
cooking Sunday dinner.
staying up all night.


others peoples problems become my own.
i act like a giant sponge to emotions.


i can open people's minds like a tin of beans.
opening mine? not so easy.


i really suck at taking compliments.

REALLY.

REALLY.

BAD.

i play the guitar.
not well really, but i do play.
i've even written a handful of songs.


i wear reading glasses. astigmatisms can suck it.


i used to wear a t shirt swimming.
i was too embarrassed to reveal how skinny, and pasty i was.


i want to open a restaurant one day. my very own.


i doodle in church.
most speakers are boring.

i've always wanted to be a teacher.

i'd be the cool teacher that everyone wanted and loved.

i have a great singing voice.

i was Rooster, a lead part in Annie.

i get really jealous when my friends don't invite me to hang.
even if they are drinking or doing things i don't, just call.
it's the thought that counts.


i'm not below shopping at wal mart.
i actually think it's a wonderful place.
i have met some REAL interesting folks there.
it's saved my life several times.

being a good boy is extremely hard.

being bad is so much easier.

sometimes i forget to say please and thank you.
and i hate hate hate people who don't.
damn.

I want discs in my ears.

drama gives me ulcers.
ouch.
dealing with some right now.
shoot me.


i drive girls to marriage.
girls who break up with me because that, is the very thing they fear.
...babes.

until next time.
loveyouandstuff


-christopher michael