I got the Mac back.

Mr. Brightside.

Twilight fades
Through blistered avalon
The sky’s cruel torch
On arching autobahn
Into the uncertain divine
We scream into the last divine

You make me real
You make me real
Strong as i feel
You make me real

Sheila rides on crashing nightingale
Intake eyes leave passing vapor trails
With blushing brilliance alive
Because it’s time to arrive

You make me real
You make me real
Strong as i feel
You make me real

Lately I just can’t seem to believe
Discard my friends to change the scenery
It meant the wrold to hold a bruising faith
But now it’s just a matter of grace

A summer storm graces all of me
Highway warm sing silent poetry
I could bring you the light
And take you home into the night

You make me real
Lately I just can’t seem to believe
You make me real
Discard my friends to change the scenery
Strong as i feel
It meant the world to hold a bruising faith
You make me real
But now it’s just a matter of grace

I absolutely hate it when people text me from the web. Suck it up and pay the ten cents, or get a plan. Better yet, just don’t talk to me; ever.

I sat in two and a half hours of traffic this morning… mmm. On a happier note, kingdomrain.net is updated once again. It looks pretty slick.

I could use a ginormous hug. I take that back - the OC watching population has forever ruined one of my favorite words. A really big, hard hug. A bear hug.