Stop, Drop, And Rock and Roll

These shirts are perfect to get any Buckeye fan ready for the big rivalry game in any sport. Also great for stocking stuffers. A quality

For all of my followers from Ohio, I'm starting a t-shirt business. This is my first design. Already for sale. Tell your friends. Contact [email protected]

There are people that want me to go out. But look, all my real friends gathered and want me to stay home...

Yeah, same you. Can't wait to read your work and work with you.

I don't want to be friends! I can't be friends. Not with you. I can't sit by each day, that close to you, and not hold you. I can't watch your lips move to speak words of friendship and not kiss them. I can't see the cigarette burning between your fingertips without wanting to interlace them in mine. I can't see your legs in that dress and not want them tangled up with mine. And I sure as hell can't fall asleep in your bed without touching every inch of your body and hearing every sigh and moan of pleasure. So you can't ask me. Don't ask me to just be friends. Please

If my heart was a steno pad.

My very core is charred from your arson.

And so here I stand, cigarette in one hand and regrets in the other. Until I flick them both away and walk back inside, leaving more than just a butt behind.

Is more than enough if it's from you.

One, two, three, four I declare a thumb war. Five, six, seven, eight I can't deny this heartache.

"Some mornings I just wake up and I want to draw and write all over every inch of my body in sharpie or ball point pen or something, you know?" She stared at me in utter confusion. She didn't know. She had never lived this life. Instead, she had been handed every single thing she had ever wanted by her daddy. What did my father hand me? He handed me a picture book of his life and said "I have one request, Son. Do it better than me" She spent each night sleeping on plush and pillowtop with her latest dreams drifting around inside her head. She didn't understand what it was like to lay on the cold floor, with Iron and Wine playing, staring into the darkness at what I knew was a ceiling but couldn't see in the black. She couldn't stand road trips. She went on vacation to be pampered, not to be on an adventure. There was literally not a single thing that this girl understood about me, and yet she was madly in love with me. Why? I doubt highly it was my looks, and she certainly wasn't after my money. I guess it could have been the sex but that didn't seem too likely either. As she began to rant in response to my original statement, something about being out of touch with the world I think, I sat down slowly on the couch and began to think back over the last 2 years. Why me? Why her? Why us?

So I know I said one piece every day but honestly, even writing can't compete for my time with the week I just had. Colorado mountains with fresh powder and a new snowboard, friends I hadn't seen in years, new and artistic experiences... You just lost out internet world. But I'm back now, and maybe I'll make up for the few days I missed. Maybe.