don't give me no headrush in the morning

move it, kristina! move it! do it! get up and write it and create it!

just don't sit here and soak up too much of a good thing.
it's there. you've got it. love it. leave it.

i just had to break the window

I hope that I will know what I got before it's gone.

(I know I've got right now. I hope I'm not forgetting anything.)

handsome drink.

i'm at school. it's, uh, less inspiring than i thought it'd be. it didn't hit me bam boom and i wanted to write the next great american novel or write a song for the ages or create the first great artwork of the 21st century. it didn't. instead i'm tired, lazy, indecisive, and barely hanging on to my to-do list.

it's the little things that get me behind, yet it's the little things that still make me happy to be here.