Cut me deep and you will see, everythings not what it seems.

Dear Everafter,

I'm sorry I won't be there anytime soon. I'v got too much to see and do before I get to you.

All debts paid and all bets are off.

"are you gonna live your life wondering, standing in the back? looking around?"

"Night Life" the start of a short story.

You wake. Your eyes flash open and your on Paul's couch or In Dave's bathroom or Your on the bar someplace downtown or even on Some strangers kitchen floor that your never been on before, also your pretty certain you ve been kidnapped and left here. These things will happen.

They always tell you to stay out of trouble. Seems like i m always IN trouble. At least I'm consistent....

You wake. You turn your head and Jill's naked next to you. or Rachel. or Mary. or youdefinitelydidntgethernamelastnight. These things will happen.

I live the Night life. from the hours of sundown to sun up, I am King. Free reign to do what I please, when I please, when it needs please. Know in all the hangouts, Friend to many a bouncer, closer to the female bartender then the owner would like. Mine is a life full of bad decisions, poor choices, many excuses, and Great times. I have forgotten more celebrations than most people have gone to. Toasted to birthday parties, cheered retired police officers, drank with the rich and famous. I v had one to many. I m the life of the pregame, the real deal, and the after party. Party animal, wild man, drunk, boozer, Legend.

These things will happen.....

Here follows the life and times of Jonas Faust. From what he remembers at Least

nights like these.

its cold. i want to turn the heat on, but i wont because i layer. surrounding me in my living room are pictures of family. things forgotten mostly. to me, these pictures seem fake. who are these people? what happened here?

i m a complete stranger to my family. They drink to much, i know i do, but i realize that i don't like too they way they do. i don't like drugs, which i know they do. i don't eat the foods they eat. i don't watch sports like they do. i don't like much of anything they do.

i just can't relate. i can't talk about music to them because they don't listen. which bums out cause i love music so much. it d be to just sit and listen to some with my sister. my father could care less about anything so i won't even bother. i wear this face when i m with them. i m not sure which face it is but its not mine. its not me. i ll avoid contact with my father as much as possible.

listen to me ramble. i can't even form proper sentences over it. my mind just pours it out and i have to type it. it bugs me that much. i m all alone in this house, which i hate. but i hate it more when any of them are here.

i wonder what mom would think. i never got to know the woman. but i have a feeling we wouldn't have gotten a long that much. it d be nice to see though, how things would have turned out if she never got sick. whos to say anything would have changed.

so all i have are these pictures, a glass of wine and death cab for cutie. i think i ll pack the pictures and move this pity party to the bed.

i can't fix them. they wont change me. "people will always do what they want, and you can't ever change that fact. so why bother worrying about it." truth.

in other news:

i m still in love with this band.

Things missed

i miss your heart beat when you were close enough for me to feel it.

i miss holding on to you when your sleeping.

i miss you telling me how your day went before we tried to watch movies.

i miss being able to tease you about not being able to surf all the time.

i miss your spot on spanish accent.

i miss waking up and having you there

i miss listening to city and colour and the postal service with you when i would bring you home.

i miss jokes about vegan douchbags

i miss you falling asleep on the ride home.

i miss locking eyes for longer than just a moment.

i miss your kiss.

i miss talks about the beach and california dreams.

i miss your smile....

the more i type the more things i find that i miss about you.

but the one thing i miss most of all:

i miss you.

Period.

email written to sam and wes regarding the wedding

Friends and Family, we are here today to share with Wesley and Samantha a very important and special moment in their lives. In the years they have been together, their love and understanding of each other has grown and matured, and now they have decided to live their lives together as husband and wife."

then the reading by Anna

then yous guys will exchange vows. i ll say something like wesley and samantha will now exchange the vows they have written for each other.then you exchange the rings. thennnnn i say my closing thoughts.

"Before i get to say the line everyones waiting for, i have a few more sappy things to say. I ll make it quick and try not to cry. Samantha, we have been friends for forever. We ve practically grown up together. You ve always been the first person i call when i need to have a talk. There is no one I trust more and you are my dearest friend. When you Introduced me to Wes, I knew right away there was something special here. The more I got to know you Wes, the more it felt like i found a kindred spirt. A person it seemed like I d know for years but only just met. There's no one i feel more perfect for my best friend then you. You guys are perfect together. The world seems brighter because of your love for each other. So i suppose there is only one thing i can say."

By the power vested in me by the State of Massachusetts I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride

after you guys suck face i say. i present to you Mr. and Mrs. Wesley and Samantha Boncor.

WHAT DO YOU THINK? READY TO GET MARRIED. ps. i def teared up typing this.