Sunday Morning February 25, 2007
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Sunday Morning
Just when all of the snow had melted and the carwash was looking promising… another pleasant winter suprise…
starting over… again. February 19, 2007
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i have officially decided to sell out and opt for a simpler solution to the seemly endless issue of my website not working like i want it to.
i have jumped on the wordpress bandwagon and will be slowly transitioning my site to this page in the coming hours and weeks.
hopefully this will quell my desire to communicate with the world and will be both functional and effective in conveying my life’s work.
-cc
catatonic February 8, 2007
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you share your space with me
in a smile; a glance
and me in a flimsy tee-shirt
And we never really go where we should
Where we’ve almost been
Cause the rest of you isn’t as friendly
as your eyes or your voice
and you never did like tee-shirts
or me, the same.
So we mill over java
and the latest headline
monotony that, in its climax,
really didn’t move me
or change you.
I just wish we could’ve forgotten formality
and flimsy shirts
and headlines
for even a minute
and then we would just live
or talk
or sit together
without the acting
or moving -
maybe just dreaming
like i am right now.
mundane monday February 6, 2007
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today was one of those days that just never felt like it got started or came to a proper finish. a typical monday i suppose.
I am slated to sing in an American Idol-esque competition last night but I’m not sure that I feel entirely up to it as this evening comes to a close. I feel a strange scratch in my throat and an uncanny feeling that I am unprepared to sing a contest tomorrow. I keep telling myself that i want to get started with music but i can’t seem to quit spinning my wheels about the whole thing.
hopefully this week takes a turn for the better. i feel an excellent opportunity to establish some good things at work this week and hopefully i can carry that feeling into a solid execution of what i would like to happen. that seems to be my challenge as of late : execution. I’ve always been one to observe, think, feel, and capture, but now is my time to execute, do, produce, and be. it is the year of the coming of Chris.
… yet i can’t help but think of those that will read this and doubt my enthusiasm. i know i have supporters and also critics and it is my job to balance these opinions with my own sense of self to propel forward. I am slowly finding those magical emotions that fueled my adolescence and it is a breath of fresh, albeit frigid, air.
at any rate, my time here has expired.
i miss you.
