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Musings of a Cigarette Smoking Man [29 Jul 2008|03:01am]
Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Un-returnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you're stuck with this un-definable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there's a peanut butter cup or an English toffee. But they're gone too fast and the taste is... fleeting. So, you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts. And if you're desperate enough to eat those, all you got left is an empty box filled with useless brown paper wrappers.

I'm not depressed or anything... just watching The X-Files, and I thought this was pretty funny/well-written. Still my favorite show of all time, I think when all is said and done it will beat LOST. I haven't seen the movie yet because I got a late start re-watching DVDs in preparation, but no amount of poor reviews can deflate my excitement.
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Just Lay Your Self Atop My Breast [27 Feb 2008|10:54pm]
A Folk Song

A poem to my dear new friend
Whose restlessness could never end
The broken night of Monday last
And Tuesday’s morning, gone and past

Just lay your self atop my breast
Don’t paint your pictures on the wall
Put your body down to rest
And dream of days when you felt small

The roses by the wooden mirror
Died this weekend, dried and withered
The demons have escaped the vase
For madness conquers whims of faith

So lay your self atop my breast
Don’t paint your pictures on the wall
Put your body down to rest
And dream of days when you felt small

When Eve was birthed from Adam’s rib
She stood for beauty, youth, for wit
Were she to be witnessed in hell
Her beauty would glow now as well

She lays her self atop my breast
And paints her pictures on the wall
Puts her body down to rest
And dreams of days when she felt small

So hang the roses by their stems
And fix your headboard all of gems
Lay down your troubles by the lamp
Just kiss me sweet and rest your hands

And lay your self atop my breast
Don’t paint your pictures on the wall
Put your body down to rest
And dream of days when you felt small

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Just so you know... [02 Oct 2007|05:28pm]
[ mood | excited ]

This is what I look like now.

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Don't Think Twice, It's All Right [08 Sep 2007|01:09pm]
Just remembered I used to do this...

Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If'n you don't know by now
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't never do, somehow
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm a-travelin' on
But don't think twice, it's all right

And it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
The light I never know'd
And it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
But I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
But we never did too much talkin' anyway
But don't think twice, it's all right

So it ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never done before
And it ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear you anymore
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wonderin' walkin' down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right

So long, hunny, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
Goodbye's too good a word, babe
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't a-sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right
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No Subject [24 Jul 2007|01:45am]
[ mood | lonely ]

Last night was interesting. Shortly after Cold Stone closed, there was a bit of an incident. I failed to fully detach the lid from a can of caramel, and, in my attempt to rip it off, I opened up quite the gash in my right thumb. It wouldn't stop bleeding, and soon I was waiting at the ER with Jess. Three hours later, they hooked me up with some stitches and a sling. I'd never had stitches (only on my leg, but it was major surgery so I was out), and they couldn't numb me enough. It hurt.

It's not a good week.

I won't write here about the recent events of my life, other than to say that Acoustic Guitar Friday was a hit, and that the White Stripes played an awesome show tonight. Most importantly, I guess, I'll say that my life is not over. In fact, it may not even be that bad. Maybe it's better! But I can't tell this week, and who knows when I will be able to.

This week:

The Good!

Jack plays a medley of Hello Operator, Icky Thump, and Ball & Bisquit. It was one of the best things I've ever witnessed.

Transformers. I was late to the party, but man I loved it.

The Bad...

Caramel. And you know, I commented earlier in the night on my distaste for it. I guess we know who won that fight.


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Throw Your Phones Into Your Toilets [30 Jun 2007|10:39am]
[ mood | awesome ]

This week:

The Good!


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Heroes, Episode 16 [26 Jun 2007|02:18am]
[ mood | awake ]

I laughed SO hard when Isaac shot Simone. It was classic. This show has the worst fucking writers on the planet.

Also, (I'm too lazy to go back and watch again) I'm PRETTY sure Simone called Isaac Peter at one point in the same episode.


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You are invited [22 Jun 2007|12:49am]
[ mood | relieved ]

...to the party that will be the apartment populated by myself and five of my best friends. We have officially secured a lovely place to live, and just about everyone is invited to hang out with us all year, and into the future.

Big New Tunes Tuesday this week... Icky Thump by The White Stripes is awesome. I swear I liked Get Behind Me Satan, but I'm glad to be rid of the marimba.

The real news, though, is that Icky Thump is overshadowed as far as I'm concerned. Also released was The Fragile Army by Polyphonic Spree. It's incredible. If you didn't already love the Spree (or if you've never heard of them) you should probably start doing so ASAP.

This week:

The Good!

New Transformers toys! Ok, I don't know how new they are, but I just saw them in KB Toys last night and realized what the best part of the movie would be. I'm going to get me a shiny new Bumblebee toy.

New Tunes Tuesday: Fragile Army and Icky Thump

The Bad...

Heroes Episodes 13-15 (Latest power introduced: the ability to melt metal, plastic, etc. I like to call him "Lame Magneto.")


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Streets of Norwood [17 Jun 2007|01:15am]
[ mood | crappy ]

So I think I just saw a hooker across the street from St Catherine's... I was stopped at the light in front of town hall, on my way home, and I saw an SUV pull over near this woman just standing there. Then a cop came (naturally) and pulled up next to the car and they were talking, then they both drove away in opposite directions, and the hooker sat down to wait for her jon to make a trip around the block. In Norwood.

Yesterday was Kristin's grad party! Everything went perfectly, just about everyone was there, and it was a lot of fun. At the end of the night, we were deflating the giant beach balls that had occupied the dance floor, just by sitting on them and letting the air out. And every time Kristin's dad would walk by us, he would yell at us to do something useful. I found it funny, because if you didn't know what we were doing and you saw us it would have looked like we were just sitting on beach balls... but we were being useful.

And today was Meg's party. I'm really glad I was able to make it, even if it was brief... her mom was so happy to see me, I wouldn't have even expected her to remember me considering I hadn't seen her since Killington 06.

This week:

The Good!

New Cold Stone friends!

The Bad...

Heroes, episodes 11 & 12 (It turns out a tall, mysterious black man can talk, despite his previously maintained silence. Like Eko from Lost.)


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The Shins are a very good band [11 Jun 2007|01:24am]
[ mood | disinterested ]

Wincing The Night Away (The Shins) has been out for awhile, but it's taken me this long to decide I love it. It's on par with, if not better than, their previous albums, and I'm very glad that they survived Garden State. Other Shins fans, thoughts?

I got to see a lot of people this week. I saw James and Will (and TJ, but he didn't see me ;) ), I had breakfast with Carolyn and Julianne, I hung out with Jacquee and Natalie for the first time in almost a year...

And I saw all of my South Shore friends. The girls all graduated (congrats!), and Jacky's party was lovely. I missed you all, sorry I drop off the face of the earth.

Then Kristin graduated! It was really nice, I went out to lunch with her whole family afterwards. Her grandmother pinched my face in that grandmotherly way. I'm in. Congratulations to all of you NCDSers too!

Speaking of grandparents, I spent a good chunk of my time this week creating a movie for my grandparents' 50th anniversary party. It ended up being really nice. The remaining chunks of time were spent breaking in the spades at Cold Stone. I like it.

That's it. I wasn't in the mood to write anything but I wanted to stay current. That's why it was so boring. But, really, congratulations to the graduates!

This Week:

The Good!

How easy it is to make a video if you own a Mac.

The Bad...

Heroes, episodes 8-10 (Now with flashbacks... you know, like Lost, but shitty.)


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Heroes [01 Jun 2007|02:13pm]
[ mood | bored ]

I've been watching season 1 of Heroes. So many people told me, "Man, I used to loved Lost, but then I saw HEROES. It's amazing." I'm 7 episodes in, and let me say that there is no contest. Heroes sucks compared to Lost. First of all, I was wondering why they would even be compared, seeing as the plots don't seem similar. Well, the similarity is in the connections. Everybody is connected on Lost. The connections are subtle and usually shocking. The connections on Heroes are obvious... painfully so. They wouldn't be interesting to begin with, but they are ruined even more when, almost every episode, someone utters the words, "we're all connected." I seriously laugh every time I hear that. I will say, after all, that as its own entity, Heroes is just barely interesting enough to keep me watching.

Last weekend was Earth Fest. Guster played a really good set, even if it featured one song too many from GUOTS. Kristin and I went in with Sheila, Alec, and Chris, and we found Nick and co there, and Alec's bro, too. It was a grand time.

Did you know they're making a sequel to Johnny Tsunami? It's about mountain boarding... and about his grandfather getting married and Johnny trying to overcome a rivalry with his new step brother. Yea.

Yesterday I went to the mall with Carolyn and Caitlin. Then we watched the SCS '02 class night video. I hadn't seen them since last summer, apparently I made no effort to over Winter break. Sorry. I'll be sure to hang out with other old friends very soon.

Tomorrow will mark a year and a half spent with Kristin... about nine months together and about nine mostly separated by school. Some times have been harder than others over this first year away, but we survived and that's what's important, because it will most likely have been our biggest challenge. Next year we will both be free, and the adjustment will be easier. Until then, though, we have another summer together to finally relax.

This week:

The Good!

Tracks announced for Guitar Hero III: My Name is Jonas! Evenflow!

Facebook Applications go third party: It was bound to happen... thank god it isn't a fullscale myspace fiasco. Nothing too annoying exists yet, and some of them are actually good.

The Bad...

Facebook Applications go third party: Well, there is one that tracks who's viewing your profile... that could really spoil everybody's stalking fun. Luckily "Trakzor" doesn't appear to do what everybody wanted it to; you need to have the app for it to register on somebody else's page.


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Opinions [25 May 2007|01:05am]
[ mood | artistic ]

I wrote a song today, first one in a long time. It's good, I swear, I kept it simple.

So due to popular demand, I'll be posting my opinions (aka facts) to this every week or so. Maybe I'll get sucked in and give you an even deeper look into what I'm up to. Wouldn't that be fun? Well, here's something: I got hired by Coldstone, I'm working there starting tomorrow.

So, here's what's up this week:

The Good!

LOST Season finale: Another masterpiece of an episode to end the third season. Prepare yourselves for a long wait; LOST returns February 08.

Starcraft 2 announced: Yep, awesome.

Joker revealed: Lookin' good Heath. The sequel is going to be incredible, trust me.

The Bad...

American Idol: Nobody cares.

Shrek: Meh, they were never that funny.

Plain old A's: I got an A in Math 45. Last time I checked, a B is around an 85, a B+ is 88 or 89. Once you hit 90, you get an A-. So you would think that if you got around a 98 or 99, that would be an A+. I got 100%. My GPA would like its A++. It's not being conceited, it just makes sense.

So that's that. Hope you enjoy my thoughts, especially if you're not lucky enough to be around me all the time (I'm looking at you, Eamonn and Jill). And here's the link to my journal if you're reading from facebook and want to see some old stuff: http://mmd1080.livejournal.com/

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100 Little-Known Facts II [03 Jun 2005|11:58pm]
1. My initials spell MAD.
2. My middle name is Anthony.
3. I would not change my last name if I became famous.
4. I would love to be famous, but it's no longer something I strive towards.
5. I love playing music.
6. I want to be a teacher or a psychiatrist.
7. I'm not really positive what I want to do.
8. I do know I want to get a PhD... in something.
9. I'm obsessive.
10. I like video games.
11. I still believe in Nintendo.
12. I still believe in God.
13. I pre-order things.
14. I have a broad taste in music.
15. I love Ben Folds.
16. I love The Beatles.
17. I do not like emo.
18. I like Dashboard Confessional.
19. I waste a lot of my time playing music.
20. I play the guitar and piano.
21. I started to love the piano again after I quit lessons.
22. I started taking guitar lessons, and have begun to lose interest.
23. I played saxophone for a year.
24. I want to get good at the harmonica.
25. I've been in every school talent show/classical cafe so far.
26. I'm generally intelligent.
27. I don't get good grades.
28. I love Xaverian.
29. I'm a drama geek.
30. I make friends easily.
31. I don't dislike very many people.
32. Very few people seem to dislike me.
33. I hate drugs.
34. I don't smoke.
35. I take the advice of my friends over that of my family.
36. I disagree with most of the decisions my parents make.
37. I don't like the new color of my house.
38. I like my siblings.
39. I used to be really mean to my sister, but I’m not as much anymore.
40. I don't really associate with my family much anymore.
41. I love driving.
42. I'm incapable of having a long-lasting relationship.
43. I'm not really sure why that is.
44. I'm creepy.
45. I am invincible.
46. I've never been to Colorado.
47. I snowboard.
48. I've only broken a bone twice, and it was the same exact one.
49. I never really liked dances.
50. I try to be modest.
51. I come off as arrogant due to sarcasm.
52. I'm lazy.
53. I'm funny.
54. I hate shaving.
55. I'm almost never depressed.
56. I'm a good listener.
57. I don't usually have dreams.
58. I used to believe I was psychic.
59. I still have deja vu all the time.
60. I believe in fate.
61. I don't miss AOL.
62. I used to be more of a computer geek than I am now.
63. I love my iPod.
64. I prefer Pepsi over Coke.
65. I don't eat healthy.
66. I love shrimp.
67. I like the color orange.
68. I love getting paid for nothing.
69. It still annoys me when morons laugh at the number 69.
70. I don't like cutting my fingernails.
71. I don't do (m)any chores.
72. I love Sokos.
73. I'm spoiled.
74. I want to visit Japan.
75. I want to live in England briefly.
76. I want to live in New York City.
77. I'll probably go to college there.
78. I'll never abandon the Red Sox.
79. I used to like the Yankees.
80. I love Boston.
81. I love Norwood.
82. I could move back here someday.
83. I love my house.
84. I like my room, but I don't usually spend time there.
85. I might as well live in my basement.
86. I love St Catherines.
87. I've gone to catholic school all my life.
88. 24 is my favorite TV show.
89. My favorite song of all time is still Over the Hills and Far Away.
90. My favorite movie right now is Eternal Sunshine.
91. I loved Return of the Sith.
92. I'm looking forward to the new Coldplay CD.
93. I'm looking forward to Greenday and Jimmy Eat World at Gillette.
94. I'm laid back.
95. I'm easy to talk to.
96. I'm pretty good at keeping secrets.
97. I like sleeping.
98. I want to expand my record collection.
99. I have a lot of board games in my basement.
100. I believe in a thing called love.
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Two Years [03 Jun 2005|11:53pm]
[ mood | nostalgic ]

Tuesday night, I went bowling with Conor, Goose, Eric and J-Raff. It was fun. It was only the second time I'd been to Westgate Lanes, but I doubt it will be the last. Ten-pin is the way to go. When I came home, I started to watch Clerks, but instead argued with my dad about going to sleep, though I had nothing to wake up for. Wednesday was a day off. I went in to Sokos to talk to Nick about re-establishing my employment status. I'm not sure if that will happen, but I would enjoy it. Finals were the rest of the week. They were generally easy, though today it was hard to try. I over-slept and got there late for Physics, which I almost certainly failed. Seriously though, who cares. It's summer, and I'm a senior. But that's Senor to you... After school, Jacquee came to visit with Jimmy, and we went to BK. Then Jacquee and I went to pick up Natalie and Caitlin at Archies. After they reached their respective destinations, I headed to John's for band practice. It was a brief one. John's parents gave me their extra copy of Dark Side of the Moon on vinyl. I was pretty psyched about that. Bobby and Billy had to go home, and Mike went to the show at the Norwood legion, but John, Shibs, Devin and I went mini-golfing in Bellingham. I came in second. John is a bastard. They went to some party in Wrentham, and I came back here and watched a movie with Natalie and Jacquee.

So. I started this journal two years ago on this date. It started sort of as a joke, just something I made for Colleen. Then I actually wrote in it, got bored, completely ditched it, and started up again. It's had its moments. I think it's a pretty good read. A lot of it is depressing when you go back and read it, but I'm really not that emo. I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm the complete opposite of emo, but I'm certainly not a fan. I tried to be funny. I think I was sometimes. Anyway, I re-read a good portion of it, and I was entertained. You should do the same, if you haven't. I made public a few things that weren't before.

This is my last entry. Probably forever. Maybe, MAYBE I'll come back... but I think if do, I'll make it private, or start a new one or something. I'm pretty sure this is the end. Keep looking at dinicolada.com. I'm planning on recording some stuff sometime soon. Purevolume and myspace sites will likely follow. And the new band, still without a name, will be out and about. Music is cool. In conclusion, I've redone my first post ever, and it will follow this one. Peace.

Remember, you're the one that sings
It's a gift, and life's a beautiful thing
Oh, don't waste it, doll

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Brace Yourself [01 Jun 2005|09:54pm]
So, you think
You can hold the world up by a string
With all that you have
And I will hold every part of you that I could hold

And I'm on, and I'm on again
Brace yourself with all that you have
Enough, I'm in love again
Brace yourself, yeah

So you feel anything and everything could be
All that you wanted
Stay with me
I'm in no condition to be alone

And I'm on, and I'm on again
Brace yourself with all that you have
Enough, I'm in love again
Brace yourself, now

On and on
So it's just your false alarm
Maybe I'll hold my breathe
And you'll be gone

So you think
You can hold the world up by a string
With all that you have
And I will hold every part of you that I could hold

And I'm on, and I'm on again
Brace yourself with all that you have
Oh I'm in love again
Brace yourself, now
With all that you have
Brace yourself
With all that you wanted
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I <3 Huckabees [30 May 2005|09:18pm]
[ mood | existential ]

Yesterday was Goose's graduation party. I woke up around 2 and headed straight to Needham. I had a nice chat with J-Raff about bands. The highlight, however, was talking to Sean Kessler. He told me that he hates the Concordian. It gave me so much hope. After it started to rain we stood around indecisively for awhile, then went downstairs. Kristin narrowly beat me in one of the worst games of pool ever, but then I kicked her ass in air hockey. The ice cream man came, and I got an ice cream sandwich. To top things off, we watched some Clarissa. Turns out that show was never good.

From Goose's house I went to the nearest Sudbury Farms to pick up Kendyll from work. We went to Kevin's, only to be redirected to Andrew's. Everyone was over, but I only stayed long enough to wish Andrew luck on his nasal recovery. Then I picked up Natalie and Jacquee and went to eat at the new and improved Dedham Friday's. It makes the Norwood Friday's seem so... cave-like. I'm ashamed.

I finally saw I <3 Huckabees last night. I've seen a lot of movies in the last year or so that have been so hyped up I either loved or hated them instantly. This is one that I loved. It may have given me a new outlook on life. Or possibly just creeped me out. But it's real good.

I should study for finals.

There's a chance that Carolyn is somewhere in my house, but I haven't seen her. Not yet, anyway...

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Auditions [28 May 2005|11:46pm]
This is an essay I wrote for English class. It's sort of boring but decent I suppose. Some of it's completely made up, but for the most part it's a true story. I've always wanted to tell Paige I would never have been Curly if it weren't for her. Here it is.

Math class was definitely the worst period of the day. Mrs. Putnam was a terrible teacher. She would drone on, writing her lesson on the projector without ever really explaining it. A lot of the kids had to get tutors, but I was able to keep up. It was December of our eighth grade year, when all my friends were still together at the same school. Paige, sitting beside to me, was finishing the previous night's homework. Julianne and Will were attempting to stay awake, though they knew this last semester wouldn't affect them. The four of us were in the same small group, our desks arranged to make a square. The two girls started discussing the upcoming play auditions. Paige turned to me, "You have to audition with us. It's so much fun, and this is the last year you'll have the chance."

I had worked as part of the stage crew two years ago, and I went to see the play the previous year, but I had never actually auditioned. Paige always got the lead roles, so of course it was fun for her. She knew what she was doing... she had been singing and dancing her whole life. What chance did I have? Last time I saw her up on stage, I was pulling the curtain.

"All I know," Will started, "Is that I'm too concerned with basketball for the play, and you should be too." I used to consider myself the least athletic person alive, but somehow I had made the boys A team this year. It was a shock when I learned this. Maybe the play would present another surprise. I chose to ignore Will.

Auditions were that night. Most of my friends were there, including a good amount of the other guys from the basketball team. I filled out a card with my information on it and handed it to the director. She smiled at me, and I sat down. Though I knew who she was, we had never really met. How could I get a good part when so many of the others were returning for their third year? They were already "in" with the director.

Everyone was sitting around a piano in the school cafeteria. There were about a hundred junior high students there. I didn't know any of the sixth or seventh graders' names, but I recognized a few faces. Paige and Julianne were sitting with the other girls, on the opposite side of the room. Whenever it was our turn to do anything, innumerable giggles could be heard coming from their direction.

The first test of the audition process was to read a dialogue. My partner ended up being my friend TJ, who had done this before. His energy gave me some confidence, and I read loudly. That was nothing; I had talked loudly before. The challenge would be what came next.

My friends and I stood nervously in the hallway outside. The dance instructor was a girl in our grade, Kendyll. Boys tend to get uncomfortable when you stick them alone with a girl in tights. When we started things up, most of the group just flailed about awkwardly, but my friends and I simply made a joke out of it. Kendyll laughed at us.

After the dance audition, our group walked back into the cafeteria to hear music coming from the piano. The voice audition had started. This was what I was nervous about. I had never sung in front of people in my life. We sat down and waited for the girls to finish their turn. Soon after, my name was called. I stood up and took a deep breath.
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Small World Pt 2 [25 May 2005|10:40pm]
[ mood | lost ]

Flash back to April 17. Coincidentally, it was the last great day I had. We played at a party, and went to Dan Hunt's girlfriend's house. I thought I recognized an old face there, but I brushed it off as impossible. Today, my mom asked me if I knew a Dan. Stupid question, I know at least 5. But then she asked if I remembered Peter, our next door neighbors' grandson. He used to be my friend, sort of, when I was like 7. He was over every weekend or so. We actually weren't really friends so much as rivals, but we were children, so what's the difference. She asked because his sister is dating some Dan kid from Xaverian... I knew I saw Peter come down that night, creepy. Random house in Norfolk, they happen to be connected to me. Lots of recent events have been convincing me of fate's existence.

Everything is ending. Sunday was Conor's graduation party. There's another this weekend. Jenny Rips ended this week. I'm sorry, I got out-voted... We replaced Joe with Bobby. And I love Bobby, but obviously it sucks. This year is cursed. Everything's ending. It's freezing as hell out, trees are falling down, the universe is collapsing in on itself. And more than one of us is all over the place. I'll never truly give up though, even if I do disappear. I've officially gone crazy. Thanks for tuning in!

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RIP Jenny

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All I Really Want To Do [21 May 2005|12:44am]
I ain't lookin' to compete with you
Beat or cheat or mistreat you
Simplify you, classify you
Deny, defy or crucify you
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you
Frighten you or tighten you
Drag you down or drain you down
Chain you down or bring you down
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I ain't lookin' to block you up
Shock or knock or lock you up
Analyze you, categorize you
Finalize you or advertise you
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to straight-face you
Race or chase you, track or trace you
Or disgrace you or displace you
Or define you or confine you
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to meet your kin
Make you spin or do you in
Or select you or dissect you
Or inspect you or reject you
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to fake you out
Take or shake or forsake you out
I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me
See like me or be like me
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.
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Death of a Salesman [18 May 2005|09:19pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

Well, I'm certainly happy to meet you.
Come back soon.
I'll try.
Don't try, honey, try hard.

I'm beginning to suspect I'm the only sensible member of Jenny Rips. I fear the rest are about to make a grave mistake, contrary to my advice. Perhaps this will be a test of that instinct BS I've been pitching so long...

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