July 27, 2007

yet another pop song/poem


So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.


sugarcult - memory

This may never start.
We could fall apart.
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start.
I'll tear us apart.
Can I be your enemy?
Losing half a year.
Waiting for you here
I'd be your anything.

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start.
Tearing out my heart.
I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
(I'd be your memory)
Feelings disappear.
Can I be your memory?

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start.
We could fall apart
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
Can I be your memory?

July 25, 2007

and then theres this guy



okay, theres this guy that came in and was all like "end of the day mode", he had thetop button unbuttoned, the tie loosened, shirt half un-tucked, the works.

and he swaggers up and says the lamest thing a person could say.

latte me...

what the hell is that?

latte me.

and yes, as he said that, he did throw the horns.

douche.

(and ive tried making these comics web friendly, however there are limits to the size allowed by blogger and unless i want to move it to a web comic server, which i dont really want to yet, it will have to stay the way it is for the time being, i hope that its cool with everyone.)

one of the perks of my job.

one of the perks of my job.

the other day i got a rare treat.

this woman came in with a screaming, snot dripping, whiny child in tow.

the treat?

at one point, years and years, pounds and pounds, and before that cute freckle turned into a nasty, hairy mole, i had dated her.

and she had cheated on me, and eventually left.

and i realized in that moment that i had dodged a massive bullet.

the only downside was that i had to take her order.

July 24, 2007

poem/pop song

ive been crying off and on while doing this one, im not sure exactly for sure why though i have my suspicions.

anyway there are certain songs that i wish i had written, songs that i hear and can relate to a moment, and often its to distance myself from that moment. other peoples poetry, other peoples words.

and still my very personal experience.

there was this one night where im standing on her porch and shes effing beautiful. and she leans in, were both nervous and uncertain as to where this may or may not be going.

and her lips touched mine and i felt so alive.

sometimes i wonder is every moment since has been spent trying to kill myself.

dashboard confessional
hands down
(she actually made a point of introducing this song to me, ironic huh?)

Breathe in for luck,
breathe in so deep,
this air is blessed,
you share with me.
This night is wild,
so calm and dull,
these hearts they race,
from self control.
Your legs are smooth,
as they graze mine,
we're doing fine,
we're doing nothing at all.

My hopes are so high,
that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me,
so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.

The words are hushed lets not get busted;
just lay entwined here, undiscovered.
Safe in here from all the stupid questions.
"hey did you get some?"
Man, that is so dumb.
Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear...
so we can get some.

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me, so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury, or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.

Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,
I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late
and this walk that we shared together.
The streets were wet
and the gate was locked so I jumped it,
and I let you in.
And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you meant it.
And I knew that you meant it,
that you meant it,
that you meant it,
and I knew,
that you meant it,
that you meant it.

July 23, 2007

just letting you all know


that ive started a new blog called coffee wage-slave

i just thought you all might enjoy

July 22, 2007


Well, saw FF2 (Fantastic Four 2) a while back, and I must say... I'm addicted! I just got a three pack of ULTIMATE Fantastic Four, and I'm also reading Marvel Knights 4, drawn by Steve McNiven. 4 is kinda old, but oh well... The art is still inspiring.

I'm also drawing all of the other Fantastic Four members, and I will hopefully be done with them soon... And, after that, I'll more than likely do a whole picture of all of 'em. Any maybe a skecth of Doom soon...

Anyhow, crits are welcome. Please

July 20, 2007

heaven


heaven is a nice comfy pair of boots that have lasted seven years and still feel like home, even when home doesnt feel like it anymore.

July 18, 2007

discovery


another in the life as a coffee wage slave, single panel as i think that is all that is needed in this case.

i really dont think that she was happy with this discovery, what can i say, we had had a run on scones, and by nine we were out.

i just got real quiet and shrugged and offered her a muffin on the house.

and suddenly she was my friend.

sometimes i really hate people.

July 16, 2007

another coffee wage slave moment


this one started about a week or so into working there, women come in and pay for their orders and hand me money or cards with bits of paper or post its attached.

and on these bits of paper are phone numbers and then from the customer... a wink.

and there is no easy out on this one, you cant really pretend you didnt notice, and there is no way in hell youre going to follow up.

so i smile lamely and say, thank you, your drink will be up in a few minutes