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2003 5 November :: 7.58 pm
:: Mood: mellow
:: Music: Magic Carpet Ride[Steppenwolf]
Clouds In My Coffee..
Butthead.
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 20 October :: 9.40 pm
:: Mood: Good. A bit saddend. Not disapointed. Left behind.
This is C2, signing off.
Over and out.
1 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 13 October :: 5.09 pm
I could watch him drown in his own liquored saliva.
1 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 3 October :: 1.38 pm
:: Mood: dorky
:: Music: Washing machine.
I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste, a flannel for my face
Pajamas, a hairbrush, new shoes and a case.
I said to my reflection, Let's get out of this place.
Pass the church and the steeple, the laundry on the hill
Billboards and the buildings
Memories of it still keep calling
And calling
But forget it all I know I will
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
What's been going on
Now that you have gone
There's no other
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
I'm at the carpark, the airport, the baggage carousel
The people keep on grabbing, ain't wishing I was well
I said, "It's no occasion. It's no story I can tell."
At my bedside, empty pocket, a foot without a sock
Your body gets much closer
I fumble for the clock, alarmed by
The seduction
I wish that it would stop
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
What's been going on
Now that you have gone there's no other
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
I bought a novel, some perfume, a fortune all for you
But it's not my conscience that hates to be untrue.
I asked of my reflection,
Tell me what is there to do?
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
What's been going on
Now that you have gone there's no other
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
Tempted//Squeeze
2 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 28 September :: 12.12 am
:: Mood: accomplished
:: Music: Mom is talking
-grin-
You are reading excitment.
!!!!!!!!!
Urgency, folks.
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 21 September :: 11.11 am
:: Mood: worried
It seems as though both of my fish suffer from anxiety attacts. They spend most of their time swimming in circles, quick circles. Yeah.
The bigger one holds his breath for long periods of time. Should I worry? Is he looking for a way out? How can I reassure him that it'll be ok?
Golly. Life is tough.
2 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 20 September :: 8.55 pm
:: Mood: lethargic
:: Music: Don't Look Back in Anger [Oasis]
You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out...
I tried to be majestic and regal, like he said we should, but I was also using my butt to contradict momentum. Then I just became confused. And a tad bit embarassed.
...ahh, the glory of marching.
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 16 September :: 3.46 pm
:: Mood: shocked
:: Music: The Meadow Picnic [Star Wars]
DRINK YOUR TANG!
-gasp-
Mrs. Finch doesn't have brown eyes?
...That's news to me.
How will I learn now?
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 12 September :: 10.56 pm
I still like the windmill idea.
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 4 September :: 6.46 pm
:: Mood: dorky
:: Music: Little Duep Scoup [BEACH BOYS!]
They'll mess you up!
I have quizzes up the wazoo! I condone tomorrow as 'Quiz D-Day.'
-Wimper-
I'm doing well in Algebra. I've never done well in that class. Algebra=pleasant surprise. I think my Algebra teacher looks a little like a puppy. Maybe it's her brown eyes, or maybe she was a puppy in her past life.
I guess I'll let it slide.
You know what? Maybe her eyes help me concentrate. I'll put on my pondering face and ponder about it.
2 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 3 September :: 6.37 pm
:: Mood: blah
:: Music: Nothing
:-(
Sorry, Dollface.
-Big Hug-
1 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 27 August :: 4.06 pm
:: Mood: frustrated
:: Music: Wonderwall [Oasis]
Cause maybe... you're gonna be the one that saves me.
I can't, for the life of me, get the pickle jar open. I contemplating suing Clausen Pickles Co., for... pissing me off.
Lennon17D: whats up
Tbaby92588: I can't get the pickle jar open. COME HOME!!!
I'm distraught.
5 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 10 August :: 7.02 pm
:: Music: Turn My Head [Live]
Steve walks warily down the street, with his brim pulled way down low.
I saw Grandmother Willow yesterday!
Listen with your heart, you will understand.
Sway. Sway. Na-too-rah. You will understand.
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 7 August :: 8.04 pm
:: Mood: I have menstrual cramps.
:: Music: I alone [Live]
I alone love you.
Kathy bought air fresheners that resemble paper weights and put them on Kurt's window-sill, as if to trick him into smelling nice. It's a decent change. It normally smells like socks and frech fries.
Gaaaaaaaaaatorade. in living colour.
[Note the Canadian spelling.]
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 23 July :: 8.25 pm
:: Mood: Burnt..
I have a tan line where my hair was parted.
Not my most favorite of things...
It will soon be over.
1 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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