Friday, January 23, 2004
If I could just forget...
EVERYTHINGS SAID!Q!!!!!!
WHY WONT 1999 LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!
i CANT STAND IT!!!!
EVERYTHINGS SAID!Q!!!!!!
WHY WONT 1999 LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!
i CANT STAND IT!!!!
Just maybe...
Just maybe...
Just maybe...
Just maybe if...
Just maybe if...
Just maybe if...
but no, that wouldn't work. Never work... NEVER work.
"And we both know that people change
When truth’s not part of their lives..."
-Pete Yorn
Just maybe...
Just maybe...
Just maybe if...
Just maybe if...
Just maybe if...
but no, that wouldn't work. Never work... NEVER work.
"And we both know that people change
When truth’s not part of their lives..."
-Pete Yorn
Friday, January 09, 2004
BTW.
"Love Actually" is an awesome, awesome movie. A little hokey towards the end... but very awesome.
It renews my hope for random awesome coincidence in life....
the things hopes and unexpected dreams are made of.
signed,
warm and fuzzy
"Love Actually" is an awesome, awesome movie. A little hokey towards the end... but very awesome.
It renews my hope for random awesome coincidence in life....
the things hopes and unexpected dreams are made of.
signed,
warm and fuzzy
Wednesday, January 07, 2004
so lets just pretend...
I'm stuck in this tunnel of 1997-2001 emo that I can't get out of. There's always these things that seem to pull me back into the first time I've heard "Never Meant" or "I keep a Diary".
Like just warm spring days ... when its just right outside to open the windows and not be cold... like a breath after a drowning in winter. Or the lingering smell of summer in the beginnings of fall. Something about that first time driving with the windows down, and the freedom of air in your nose. The optimism of a better tomorrow in the (hope) of something different, new and boundless.
The first real spring day. The first real feelings of things like love.
The first bittersweet sunset of that real spring day
and the cold, lifeless darkness that sucks it away.
Something about sliding glass doors and the truth in loud music... if there were/was/is any.
Thats something I'm just not sure about these days.
I'm stuck in this tunnel of 1997-2001 emo that I can't get out of. There's always these things that seem to pull me back into the first time I've heard "Never Meant" or "I keep a Diary".
Like just warm spring days ... when its just right outside to open the windows and not be cold... like a breath after a drowning in winter. Or the lingering smell of summer in the beginnings of fall. Something about that first time driving with the windows down, and the freedom of air in your nose. The optimism of a better tomorrow in the (hope) of something different, new and boundless.
The first real spring day. The first real feelings of things like love.
The first bittersweet sunset of that real spring day
and the cold, lifeless darkness that sucks it away.
Something about sliding glass doors and the truth in loud music... if there were/was/is any.
Thats something I'm just not sure about these days.
