It runs in the family....

Me: "I'm auditioning for Footloose next week."
DJ: "Are you going to be Kevin Bacon?....Hi, I'm here to try out for the part of Kevin Bacon."

Again, my friends are love

Ben on why he called Will a whore:

"I recall he once told you at some point that he had sex with me. When I asked when this took place, I think the response was "always". If that is not whore-like I don't know what is. Also because he is smart, and smart whores rock."




Edit: Another Ben Moment

Ben: You are not a bitch
Manda: I kind of am
Ben: Well, then you are my favorite bitch.


I love you, Benny

Release

I knew I feared the unknown
The things I could not see
I knew I feared the shadows
I knew what they would be

It’s not that the light was turned on
Or the items that cast, removed
It is that I am not afraid
Because I can no longer be pursued

I see you, how you tried to kill me slowly
I see you, how you took over my life
I see you, how you kept up until I fell
I see you, how you fed and thrived on the strife

I ran from you, fear overwhelming
I hid from you, thinking I was weak
I fought you, taking too long to beat you at your own game
I won. Now it’s YOUR freedom you must seek

Tell Me?

Do you remember when we were younger and the hunger, the drive, the spirit, the love... it was all we knew... and we didn't even know?

We didn't know that our incessant questions of why and how were our yearning for understanding. Passionate thirst for knowledge.

We didn't know... and we lost it.


How do we get it back?

Classification: Inconsequential

When you are lost between dream and nightmare, do you ever think of me?
Of what we were, what we are, what we could have been?
Of my eyes, of my lips, of my freckled skin?
Or am I gone, am I lost, is it not I you see?

When you are drifting between truth and lies, do you ever regret?
The things you said, the things you did, the look in your eyes?
The false hellos, the thoughtless kisses, the endless goodbyes?
Or am I gone, am I lost, did you forget?

When you are hovering between life and death, am I on your mind?
Was I the one, was I the dream, was I the one you needed?
Should you have come, should you have begged, should you have pleaded?
Or am I gone, am I lost, am I left behind?