| GENIUS |
[Jul. 4th, 2005|02:47 am] |
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| | BUSDRIVER- cool band buzz | ] |
"... and I'm a cynic during war-time in an unattractive thrift store find"
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| its so cold in alaska |
[Jun. 22nd, 2005|03:08 pm] |
it seems that every other off moment i have, i catch myself thinking of that JAP (not jappo-americanos, i love them). almost immediately afterward my music begins to shuffle in sync wif my thoughts of her. God bless you itunes and God damn you apple (give ben a job)!
^comfort^
you shoulda known the entirety of the trap, asshole,
love means eventual pain
victory means eventual defeat
grace means eventual slovenliness
-stolen from my bog brethren |
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| once i was a sinner |
[Feb. 21st, 2005|07:04 pm] |
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| | xbxrx | ] |
i kicked my ass today
AND
my celly's at the bottom of a trash chute right now. fuck meeeee |
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[Feb. 17th, 2005|01:49 am] |
I mean, we chat online for, like, two hours every day so I guess you could say things are gettin' pretty serious. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2005|12:32 pm] |
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| | pshhh | ] |
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| | colin orbitz | ] |
i fight like hell to hide that im giving up
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| hop in |
[Feb. 7th, 2005|11:12 pm] |
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| | beck- GHETTOCHIP MALFUNCTION (Hell Yes) | ] |
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[Feb. 7th, 2005|12:29 am] |
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| | mUrah | ] |
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| this type love |
[Oct. 7th, 2004|12:49 am] |
I want a love like...
me thinkin' of you thinkin' of me thinkin' of you type love.
Or me tellin' my friends more than I've ever admitted to my self about how I feel about you type love.
Or hating how jealous you are but loving how much you want me all to your self type love.
Or seein' how your first name just sounds so good next to my last name and...
Shit, I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you and I barely made it out of my garage!
See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep and then wonder if she's dreaming of us being in love type love, or
who loves the other more or what she's doing at this exact moment, or
slowdancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts, closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good so could just hurt so much when she's not there.
And shit, I love not knowing where this love is headded type love.
And check this:
I want to place those little post-it notes all around the house so she gets how much I love her type love.
And not have enough ink in my pen to write all there is to love about our type love.
And hope I make her feel as good as she makes me feel.
And I want to deal with my friends makin' fun of me the way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love.
Only difference is, this is one of those real love type loves.
And just like in high school, I want to spend hours on the phone not saying shit, and then fall asleep, and then wake up, with her, right next to me.
And... my mother all up in my cupboards type love!
I want to try countin' the ways I love her and then lose count in the middle just have to start all over again,
And I want to celebrate one of those one-month anniversaries, even though they ain't really anniversaries, but doin' it just 'cos it makes her happy type love.
And check this:
I want to fall in love with the melody the phone plays when her number is typed into it type love,
And talk to you until I lose my breath: she leaves me breathless but with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me.
I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan to something that allows me to talk to her longer
'cause in all honesty? I wanna avoid one of those high cell phone bills type loves.
And I don't want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are.
I mean the lines in my palms don't give me enough time to love you the way I'd like to type love.
I want a love that makes me st-g-st-stutter just thinkin' about how strong this love is type love,
And I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair.
... well, maybe not all that's there.
Maybe like, I'll cut the split ends, and trim my mustache, still, it'd still be a symbol of how strong my love is for her!
I kind of feel comfortable now, so I even be fantisizing about walkin' out on the green light just dyin' to get hit by a car just so I can lose my memory, get transported to some third-world country just to get treated and somehow meet up with you again so I can fall in love with you in a different language and see if it still feels the same type love,
And I want a love that's as unexplainable as she is, but I'm married, so she's gonna be the one I share this love with. |
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| you fucking bitch you broke my heart |
[Oct. 3rd, 2004|06:42 am] |
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| | blue ay | ] |
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| | no girls allowed | ] |
cute. Too fucking CUTE! sista you take yo drama someplace else cause you know what, HOMIE DONT PLAY DAT! |
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[Sep. 9th, 2004|06:49 pm] |
I rode my bike yesterday, for the first time in months. It took me over every obstacle we found in our path. We sped over bumps and around sharp curves together, down narrow streets and through wide squares paved with cobblestones. I felt the wind, and was more like a bird than a person,blessed with the gift or flight. I was weightless and powerful; i had left myself suddenly to enter the world, to be open to those tall spires and cramped alleys, yet i was somehow more myself than i had been in a long time, as if i had been passing through a vast desert. I feel stong, my love, and not just because of my bike. I feel sometimes like im doin the right thing.
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| are you SERIOUS?! |
[Aug. 28th, 2004|03:48 am] |
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| | joanna newsom- Inflammatory Writ | ] |
i got my stiches out the other day. woot. i can start putting wait again on my foot. i cant wait to bike again.
i got a job doing a video for these crazy rich people. they are paying 750 and if they like my work they will hire me to do their other one which would pay triple that!!!! excitement that means a new bike and less debt to the school. and my tattoolala mmmkay
on an unrelated note i cant wait to see the new wes anderson movie. http://lifeaquatic.movies.go.com/main.html check it out. i also got a communist flask. no diggity no doubt |
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| morphine!!! |
[Aug. 12th, 2004|09:41 pm] |
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surgery went well, i will give all the fun details later, but fer now, im a little drugged |
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| ...but i figured desperate guys never had a chance. |
[Jun. 27th, 2004|12:09 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | the faint- Southern Belles In London Sing | ] |
im really feelin the new faint. "wet from birth" should be a good album. steve's lip looks good. i want my tattoo soon. i need a job. Nikki knows my secret now. damn. im going rock climbing. |
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