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[December 3rd 2007|2.09am] |
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Not that you care, but all I do is work to survive lately. I have two jobs, and I still can't seem to gather up enough money to stay afloat. By the seventh of December I should be living in Albany. I don't purchase products that contain dairy. I'm not Vegan.. yet. I haven't bought video games or clothes in months. I'm taking life more seriously. I still write music. Blah blah blah.
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| .129 |
[August 15th 2007|4.24pm] |
I
AM
SO
SCARED
OF
EVERYTHING
IN
MY
LIFE
RIGHT
NOW.
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| .128 |
[July 3rd 2007|12.57am] |
Also true (to me):
IF IT'S NOT MARY, I'M NOT INTERESTED.
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| .127 |
[July 2nd 2007|10.57pm] |
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Someone's getting it.
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| .126 |
[July 1st 2007|3.38pm] |
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MARY'S MY ONE AND ONLY. FOREVER.
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| .125 |
[June 17th 2007|10.25pm] |
EVERYBODY SHAKES THEIR HEADS
AT YOUR PATHETIC ATTEMPTS
TO CAUSE A STIR.
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| .124 |
[June 15th 2007|11.28pm] |
FUCK I THINK I CUT PART OF IT OUT BUT WHO CARES IT'S A MOVEMENT.
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| .123 |
[June 15th 2007|11.15pm] |
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| .122 |
[June 12th 2007|4.03pm] |
FUCK YOU.
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| .121 |
[April 30th 2007|2.54pm] |
New memory for list of best ever:
Seeing Immortal Technique with Mary at New Paltz for FREE.
More on this later.
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| .120 |
[April 21st 2007|3.53am] |
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Yo my friends are the SHIT, and we always will be, yo.
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| .119 |
[April 19th 2007|3.10pm] |
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:-)
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| .118 |
[April 17th 2007|5.26am] |
I'M GETTING A PINK ZUNE AND I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT ANY OF YOU SAY.
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| .117 |
[April 11th 2007|12.16pm] |
Mika - Erase
Shouldn't have called so late last night
unsecure, out of my mind
i shouldn't have left that message on your phone
i shouldn't have said the things i said
lookin for love we left for dead
in a grave without a stone
as soon as you hear my voice
don't hesitate
put your finger on the button
erase my love
i bet you can't erase my touch
you're tryin' to replace
a feelin' without a name
with somebody else's face
in your head
everything's cool
the rent is paid
the house is clean
your bed is made
but its a ghost town in your mind
you never had time to go to sleep
we'd wake up tangled in the sheets
on a bed that we called home
when the pain won't go away
you might as well put your finger on the trigger
erase my love
i bet you can't erase my touch
you're tryin' to replace
a feelin' without a name
with somebody else's face
in your head.
erase...
erase...
my love
i bet you can't erase my touch
'causee you're tryin' to replace
a feelin' without a name
with somebody else's face
in your head
erase...
erase...
tryin' to replace
a feelin' without a name
with somebody else's face
in your head
erase...
There is no reason for us not to grow old together.
I can't believe this.
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[April 6th 2007|7.15am] |
Mika - My Interpretation
You talk about life, you talk about death,
And everything in between,
Like it's nothing, and the words are easy.
You talk about me, and you talk about you,
And everything I do,
Like it's something, that needs repeating.
I don't need an alibi or for you to realize,
The things we left unsaid,
Are only taking space up in our head.
Make it my fault, win the game
Point the finger, place the blame
It does me up and down,
It doesn't matter now.
[chorus:]
'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.
This is not about emotion,
I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
Or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
And it don't, don't make sense.
The first two weeks turn into ten,
I hold my breath and wonder when it'll happen,
Does it really matter?
If half of what you said is true,
And half of what I didn't do could be different,
Would it make it better?
If we forget the things we know.
Would we have somewhere to go?
The only way is down, I can see that now.
'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.
This is not about emotion,
I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
Or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
And it don't, don't make sense.
It's really not such a sacrifice
'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.
This is not about emotion,
I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
Or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
And it don't, don't make sense.
And it don't have to make no sense to you at all,
'Cause this is my interpretation, yeah, yeah, yeah.
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| .115 |
[April 4th 2007|2.14pm] |
This isn't fair.
Every time I take precautionary steps to improve my life
I get fucked into misery.
It's stupid.
I hate all of you. None of you are real friends, and none of you are real people.
I haven't done anything wrong. I just want to be happy. Why can't I have that?
Everything I do is misconstrued
and nobody comes to me to ask me why I'm doing what I'm doing
they just decide they already know my motives
and who's influencing them
and it's fucking retarded.
Fuck your grapevine. I hope it dies.
I feel like the only time people accept what I'm doing
is when it's beneficial to other people.
In my professional opinion that's fucking dumb.
I'm 19. 20 isn't that far off. Am I the only one growing up?
Is everyone 13 years old? Everyday is met with regret and it's all your fault.
Grow the fuck up.
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| .114 |
[April 3rd 2007|2.00pm] |
It's only down hill from here.
This always happens to me.
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| .113 |
[April 2nd 2007|4.44pm] |
Something inspiring happened today:
So, I'm lazy and wait until the last minute to do stuff
and.. I had to catch the 4:20 bus to downtown to get to work on time.
So naturally I leave at 4:25 and by the time I get to the bus stop I see it about 4 blocks down, disappearing into the horizon line.
So I stood there for a minute, pissed off and unsure about what I was about to do
when a tan colored van approached me coming from Crane street.
It was a 50-something year old woman named Cathy. She asked me if giving me a ride up the street would help me catch the bus, and I explained that a ride anywhere would help.
Once we got about half way up the street it was clear that I wasn't going to make it, so I explained I was going to the library before work and she ended up giving me a ride all the way here.
We talked about the weather, school, and making money.
Upon getting out of the van, someone walking into the Police Station told me my shoe was untied.
Schenectady almost seemed like a decent place today.
NOW I GET TO GO TO WORK AND SELL MY TIME FOR MONEY!
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| .112 |
[March 29th 2007|2.18am] |
Thank you Daniel Eatock.
No dropping litter
No urban 4x4’s
No blocking cycle lanes
No religion
No junk email
No telemarketing
No smoking
No ignoring people
No perfume
No dumb advertising
No drunk driving
No copying ideas
No objectification of women in advertising
No dumping car batteries
No free pitches
No sugar in coffee
No hitting
No leaving the tap running whilst cleaning your teeth
No leaving the TV on standby
No freewheeling
No fast food
No fly tipping
No poker websites
No leaving the fridge door open
No bank charges
No fee for withdrawing money from cash machines
No bending the corner of a page in a book as a page marker
No skirting boards
No down lighters
No carpet
No automatic cars
No being late
No replying to group emails
No paying rent
No hiding grey hair
No secrets
No milk
No fashion trainers
No war
No gold jewellry
No diamonds
No guns
No cycling fast past pedestrians on canal tow paths
No vicious dogs without leads
No spitting
No spitting chewing gum on the street
No adding service charge and also leaving room for a gratuity on the bill
No driving slow in the fast lane
No sitting guarding an empty table in a café whilst your partner queues up
No eating too much
No chewing the ends of pencils and pens
No leaving the washing up after diner
No serifs
No Spray Mount
No direct mail marketing
No decoration
No fireworks sold to children
No coffee before bed
No fast food
No instant coffee
No performance enhancing drugs
No undertaking on motorways
No praying
No building new buildings to look old
No retro design
No music packaging
No checking emails after 8pm
No working at weekends
No Christmas decorations
No vacuum cleaner bags
No television on holiday
No sunbeds
No fake tan
No Flash websites
No celebrating Christmas in November
No Christmas shopping
No watching others do the work
No stepping back
No killing whales
No fur coats
No designer handbags
No talking on mobile phones whilst driving
No ghosts
No God
No U F Os
No packaging of fruit and vegetables
No over packaging of general goods
No leaving the lights on whilst your out
No microwave meals
No putting feet on the seats on public transport
No boiling more water than you need
No tattoos
No body piercings
No frozen food
No motorbikes and scooters in the cycle area at traffic lights
No back break on fixed wheel bikes
No fashion accessories
No limousines and stretched Hummers
No pissing in the street
No gentlemens clubs
No suicide
No monopolies
No hiding from the truth
No hunting animals for sport
No graffiti
No vandalism of private or public property
No over selling of seats on aeroplanes
No strong cleaning products in restaurants whilst diners are still eating
No eat as much as you like buffets
No long finger nails
No black tie dress code at formal events
No Christenings
No promising things you can’t deliver
No piecing the ears of small children
No pushing in cues
No alcopops
No page three girls in daily news papers
No Sunday newspaper advertising inserts
No standing on the left hand side of an escalator
No over estimating on clients print quantities, so they end up throwing old stock away
No taking the elevator when you can walk up stairs
No
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| .111 |
[March 22nd 2007|5.16pm] |
'Cause stress has my hands full, pocket full of glass shards
every time I reach for the keys I'm gettin' mad scars
We take the past hard.. 'cause every day's a mistake
we can't escape but we break with a glass jaw
I'm empty, but full of remorse and bad words
'cause good sparks lead to bad burns
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