yesterday was a good day.
new cds:
weezer - make believe
armor for sleep - what to do when you are dead
spitalfield - stop doing bad things
silverstein - when broken is easily fixed
boysnightout - make yourself sick
my graphic novel that i ordered came in: The Plot: The Protocols of the Elders of Zion by Will Eisner. It if absolutely fantastic.
has anyone seen "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead?" It looks really craptacular but i have a little obsession with Johnathon Rhys-Meyer. And it does have Clive Owen.
i learned that me and Morgan both suck at cards and that the movie Hostage isn't even worth $1.99 at the Dollar Theater. Morgan has also gotten this crazy idea in his head that he is more of a geek than i am! psh! whateva!
i was going to go to the animal shelter this morning...but i was just too tired. instead tori showed me her paintings. she is definently getting better.
i am tired of people saying that they don't want to see the new batman begins. it is going to rock! i don't care what you hosers think. and the new batmobile is awesome. b/c it's the first one that makes any sense! and christopher nolan is incredible too. sheesh. you people.
it really sucks i can't go to altanta this weekend. dammit!!
my friend Josh's birthday is on Thursday. i miss him so much. i have to quit this nostalgic shit b/c then next thing you know i will be writing about brooklyn and crying again. damn these emotions!
November by Silverstein
Fragile leaves hit the ground. The cold
air drifts into my lungs. I see your face
through the fog. Reminds me of the
dreams you lost. I can see it in your
eyes. You're broken down; your hands are
tied. I can feel it in my side. Over
and over and over I tried. You're
broken downl your hands are tied. and
I know you cannot hide. Over and over
and over I tried. It broke my heart. It
felt so good to see you. I've nver been
one to put my trust in. When did I
become so weak, or have I always
been? I can't put all this back in place.
This gaping hold in my chest is filled
with deceit. I fear that all my cries fell
upon deaf ears. I caress flesh with
severed nerves. I go veiled in darkness
and disease. This November swallows
me whole. And this may be the closest
thing that you'll ever receive to an
apology. I close my eyes and I can
see you dead.
new cds:
weezer - make believe
armor for sleep - what to do when you are dead
spitalfield - stop doing bad things
silverstein - when broken is easily fixed
boysnightout - make yourself sick
my graphic novel that i ordered came in: The Plot: The Protocols of the Elders of Zion by Will Eisner. It if absolutely fantastic.
has anyone seen "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead?" It looks really craptacular but i have a little obsession with Johnathon Rhys-Meyer. And it does have Clive Owen.
i learned that me and Morgan both suck at cards and that the movie Hostage isn't even worth $1.99 at the Dollar Theater. Morgan has also gotten this crazy idea in his head that he is more of a geek than i am! psh! whateva!
i was going to go to the animal shelter this morning...but i was just too tired. instead tori showed me her paintings. she is definently getting better.
i am tired of people saying that they don't want to see the new batman begins. it is going to rock! i don't care what you hosers think. and the new batmobile is awesome. b/c it's the first one that makes any sense! and christopher nolan is incredible too. sheesh. you people.
it really sucks i can't go to altanta this weekend. dammit!!
my friend Josh's birthday is on Thursday. i miss him so much. i have to quit this nostalgic shit b/c then next thing you know i will be writing about brooklyn and crying again. damn these emotions!
November by Silverstein
Fragile leaves hit the ground. The cold
air drifts into my lungs. I see your face
through the fog. Reminds me of the
dreams you lost. I can see it in your
eyes. You're broken down; your hands are
tied. I can feel it in my side. Over
and over and over I tried. You're
broken downl your hands are tied. and
I know you cannot hide. Over and over
and over I tried. It broke my heart. It
felt so good to see you. I've nver been
one to put my trust in. When did I
become so weak, or have I always
been? I can't put all this back in place.
This gaping hold in my chest is filled
with deceit. I fear that all my cries fell
upon deaf ears. I caress flesh with
severed nerves. I go veiled in darkness
and disease. This November swallows
me whole. And this may be the closest
thing that you'll ever receive to an
apology. I close my eyes and I can
see you dead.
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What a fool... twice over.