Thursday, July 28, 2005
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
other people blog better
7.21.2005
la cinema and blank tattoos. a bleacher suicide and melodrama makes more money. Sell out! Sell out! Up and out! Up and out! Tie the blanket in knots and shred the room to pieces and tell her its all so scary that he wishes he'd crack! He wishes he'd crack and spill it all out and she'd find everything she needs to on the hardwood floor, pack it in her bag with her cigarettes and go and he'd be left with toys and his blank stare. BLANNNNNNNNK STARE. Hostility, ripping the magazine up and hiding photos of faces. Under books. Under books - oh god you feel that tension in my shoulders? It's weekend cancer. It's rotting everything good it's the argument. It's the argument Its the rgument its t gument i g ent i g en i g en erally don't try this hard to lyricize.
I've just fucking started! I've just fucking started! I push back my shoulders and i fight it i fight it so goddamn hard because 'I'm waiting for you to be a man'!'!'!'!'!'!' Tan and sherbert yellow. Highlighter yellow. It's too humid to wear highlighter yellow. Theres no internet in my room. See it just got muddy. - Do you see this do you see how muddy this is getting? Oh dont Jesse dont you let it! Dont you let this mud accumulate you can fight this and breathe free and hollow out those clogged arteries and let your blood finally flow. You dont even know how to relax do you?
// posted by Reggie Mantle�@�10:38 PM
la cinema and blank tattoos. a bleacher suicide and melodrama makes more money. Sell out! Sell out! Up and out! Up and out! Tie the blanket in knots and shred the room to pieces and tell her its all so scary that he wishes he'd crack! He wishes he'd crack and spill it all out and she'd find everything she needs to on the hardwood floor, pack it in her bag with her cigarettes and go and he'd be left with toys and his blank stare. BLANNNNNNNNK STARE. Hostility, ripping the magazine up and hiding photos of faces. Under books. Under books - oh god you feel that tension in my shoulders? It's weekend cancer. It's rotting everything good it's the argument. It's the argument Its the rgument its t gument i g ent i g en i g en erally don't try this hard to lyricize.
I've just fucking started! I've just fucking started! I push back my shoulders and i fight it i fight it so goddamn hard because 'I'm waiting for you to be a man'!'!'!'!'!'!' Tan and sherbert yellow. Highlighter yellow. It's too humid to wear highlighter yellow. Theres no internet in my room. See it just got muddy. - Do you see this do you see how muddy this is getting? Oh dont Jesse dont you let it! Dont you let this mud accumulate you can fight this and breathe free and hollow out those clogged arteries and let your blood finally flow. You dont even know how to relax do you?
// posted by Reggie Mantle�@�10:38 PM
Monday, July 25, 2005
happy bday baby.
I survived N's b-day by being in a horrible drunken mood all day.
I finally got my breakup box back from tia (which i had left with her when i went to germany.) There must be some cosmic symbolisum behind the fact that i reprocure a box full of his stuff, on his bday, but i'm refusing to reconize it if there is any.
So what i still cant listen to Rooney or snow patrol or liz phair without having a little cry..... i am getting over it, which is what counts.
I finally got my breakup box back from tia (which i had left with her when i went to germany.) There must be some cosmic symbolisum behind the fact that i reprocure a box full of his stuff, on his bday, but i'm refusing to reconize it if there is any.
So what i still cant listen to Rooney or snow patrol or liz phair without having a little cry..... i am getting over it, which is what counts.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
my new caanan drinking story:
Me: .....and i woke up the next morning in a barn still drunk, missing my shoes, with tire marks on my arms.
Barbara: who are you?!?
(I DONT REALLY KNOW.)
Barbara: who are you?!?
(I DONT REALLY KNOW.)
Friday, July 08, 2005
hustle and flow
Around two this morning I took my very horny tongue out of Eric goodmans mouth and said "oh shit. jeff. dude. your bestfriend." about five minutes before my brother and one of his friends showed up, rang the doorbell, and then without introducing themseleves told me to "go home." They then sat outside his house until i got all the way down the street. finallly following me the whole way home. The home part was nice because i got yelled at by mom for hourssssss.
God. And then Eric called me, completely freaked out and incensed and saying something about ruining ben's life completely for being rude and showing up at his house and i had to spend a good 15mins convincing him not to be everything that he was. that also was fun. So now it's 9am on Wyatt's bday and i could go to breakfast with eric and do more dammage control- but i'm sure mom will be putting a stop to that too.
And all these boys are still Not N Not N Not N Not N Not N Not N Not N Not N Not N
God. And then Eric called me, completely freaked out and incensed and saying something about ruining ben's life completely for being rude and showing up at his house and i had to spend a good 15mins convincing him not to be everything that he was. that also was fun. So now it's 9am on Wyatt's bday and i could go to breakfast with eric and do more dammage control- but i'm sure mom will be putting a stop to that too.
And all these boys are still Not N Not N Not N Not N Not N Not N Not N Not N Not N
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