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Monday, April 26, 2004

 
Mood: sexy
Music: black cadillacs - modest mouse
Color: black
Vice: lacy camisoles

And it's true we named our children
after towns that we've never been to.
And it's true that the clouds just hung around
like black Cadillacs outside a funeral.

And we were done, done, done
with all the fuck, fuck, fuckin' around.
You were so true to yourself.
You were true to no one else.
Well I should put you in the ground.

I've got the time, I got the hours,
I got the days, I got the weeks.
I could say to myself
I've got the words but I can't speak.
Well I was done, done, done
with all the circ, circ, circlin' round.

I didn't die and I ain't complainin'.
I ain't blamin' you.
I didn't know that the words you said to me
meant more to me than they ever could you?
I didn't lie and I ain't sayin'
I told the whole truth.
I didn't know that this game we were playin'
even had a set of rules.

We named our children after towns
that we've never been to.
And it's true that the clouds just hunger around
like black Cadillacs outside a funeral.
And we were laughing at the stars
while our feet clung tight to the ground.
So pleased with ourselves
for using so many verbs and nouns.

But we were all still just dumb, dumb, dumber
than the dirt, dirt, dirt on the ground.
Well wings on flames, kings with no names,
well this place just ain't got right air right now.
You were so all over town but still so Crayola brown.
Well you should run 'round yourself right now.
And we were done, done, done
with all the fuck, fuck, fuckin' around.
Circlin' round.


i dont get it. whenever i see ANYONE (including myself) all i can say is "hello, love."

is this a sign?

i feel all jason mraz-y.
but maybe thats just the whitestrip on my teeth.

my toenail is falling off... as a result of a horrible ski accident - aka, my boots were too small... and ugly. my as a result of the hypothermia and pressure on my toe, the nail is NOW falling off. i cried about it then, im laughing about it now.
you know why?
because you dont know which one it is.
you know why?
because i have a fake one.
what? a fake toenail?
yeah. and you wont be able to guess what it is.
explique a moi
my toenail was all ugly, and last night i was like: fine, ill rip this fucker off. so i did.
and?
well technically, theres only half a nail there.
so how did you put a fake one on?
my secret. ill only share it with those who need to replace toenails.
fucker.
uh huh.


going to fuck bitches up cruel cruel world...
my toes look soooo pretty. yay for polka dots...
~*N*~





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