April 29, 2005

Said Andrea at some party tonight.

Which is why my 28th birthday passed with nary a whimper or grey hair hunts or do you remember whens. I still have 12 years to get my shit together. So don't wait up. And I smoked too many cigarretes and I am looking for the script for the second part of angels in america because there is an excellent (if rather long monologue...oh look I found it god bless the internet)

A quote for my birthday and for starting a new year with maybe less and then maybe more of what the old year had, and maybe some stuff i haven't even thought of yet.

Prior Walter: But still. Still bless me anyway. I want more life. I can't help myself. I do. I've lived through such terrible times and there are people who live through much worse. But you see them living anyway. When they're more spirit than body more sores than skin when they're burned and in agony when flies lay eggs in the corners of the eyes of their children they live. Death usualy has to take life away. I don't know if that's just the animal. I don't know if it's not braver to die, but I recognize the habit. The addiction to being alive. So we live past hope. If I can find hope anywhere, that's it, that's the best I can do. It's so much not enough. It's so inadequate. But still bless me anyway...