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Monday, March 16th, 2009
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2:49 pm - so, says i,
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| Saturday, May 10th, 2008
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7:21 pm - ..
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i wanna make love in this club.
in the club.
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| Wednesday, September 26th, 2007
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2:38 am - BEBE KEEKZ!
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hello internet. meet Syd Thanksgiving Howard.
syd & my other baby sas, jack.
they are probably cuter than you.
p.s-
honestly, who hangs themselves anymore? that is so old fashioned..
also
i'm inlove with the new rilo kiley album, "under the blacklight." it's bringing disco back.
jenny lewis<3333333333
that's all.
current mood: fuck.
current music: "smoke detector"
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| Monday, April 23rd, 2007
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12:42 am - fucking WOEEE.
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While we're on the subject
Could we change the subject now?
I was knocking on your ear's door but you were always out
Looking towards the future
We were begging for the past
Well we knew we had the good things
But those never seemed to last
Oh please just last
Everyone's unhappy
Everyone's ashamed
Well we all just got caught looking
At somebody else's page
Well nothing ever went
Quite exactly as we planned
Our ideas held no water
But we used them like a damn
Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell
Saying yes, this is a fine promotion
Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell
Of course everyone goes crazy
Over such and such and such
We made ourselves a pillar
We just used it as a crutch
We were suddenly uncertain
At least I'm pretty sure I am
Well we didn't need the water
But we just built that go god damn
Oh, and I know this of myself
I assume as much for other people
Oh, and I know this of myself
We've listened more to life's end gong
Than the sound of life's sweet bells
Was it ever worth it?
Was there all that much to gain?
Well we knew we missed the boat
And we'd already missed the plane
We didn't read the invite
We just dance at our wake
All our favorites were playing
So we could shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Tiny curtains open and we heard the tiny clap of little hands
A tiny man would tell a little joke and get a tiny laugh from all the folks
Sitting drifting around in bubbles and thinking it was us that carried them
When we finally got it figured out that we had truly missed the boat
Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and we owned all the tools ourselves
But not the skills to make a shelf with
Oh, what useless tools ourselves
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| Tuesday, July 11th, 2006
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1:30 am - i'm
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trying to
stay
posi.
ps-
on this day, a year ago, i met dpk.
which led to the birth of my first song.
aw.
current mood: stressed.
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| Wednesday, December 1st, 2004
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4:02 pm
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AW SHIT, KEN JENNINGS;;
YOU GOT FACED!!
(& by a woman.)
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| Saturday, May 8th, 2004
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4:24 pm - "i've been waiting since birth to find a love that would look & sound like a movie."
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Wanted:
a boy who can dry my tears & fix me.
& won't laugh at me & think I'm stupid because I want a dinosaur tattoo. & that I have a ring through my nose. & we'll express our feeling & goodbyes through lyrics. & he'll call me to ask how my day is & tell me how his was. He'll give me little suprises by showing up out of the blue. & we can go to shows and hold each other's hands & rock out to the music. We can learn instruments together. Or he can teach me. We can have endless days of just laying together, cuddling on a bed or sofa, admiring each other's eyes & lips, & not say a word. We can walk in the rain, stop & kiss while we both get soaked in the stormy weather. He'll lay his head on my shoulder & whisper words & secrets into my ear that'll either make me giggle or make me go "awe, you're so cute." & we can watch horror movies, cheezy ones too. & we can sit in my room & make out to the Postal Service. He has to be agressive at least once in a while. & when summer comes, we'll lay on an old blanket on the grass & look up at the stars & make wishes that will hopefully come true. & he wont yell at me for not eating when I don't want to. & he won't make me cry. Ever. & he'll make me a mixtape of all the songs that reminds him of me when he's sitting all alone. He'll pay attention to detail. & he'll always be on my mind.
Where are you?
"I want so badly to believe that there is truth, & love is real.
& i want life in every word, to the extent where it's obserd."
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| Monday, February 23rd, 2004
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8:57 pm
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"she is a slut
but X thinks it's sexy.
sex reminds her of eating spaghetti.
( I AM WASTED BUT I'M READY! )
current mood: tired & hyper
current music: bk
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| Friday, January 16th, 2004
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1:20 pm - Welcome.
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Take a seat, but don't get too comfortable because, guess what?
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Comment & I'll add you.
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