Monday, June 21, 2004
the people's champion.
(stop. just sit there a minute. and think about it.
Karl Malone will never get a championship ring. sigh.
beautiful, isnt it?)
dead tomorrows + weekend quips:
stealing essays by Russian Formalists from used bookstores, meeting wonderful women from New Orleans and helping them study for art history exams, talking to pretty ladies from Puerto Rico (im an 8....really), overhearing teeny-bopper Christian schoolgirls at a local coffeeshop about what they consider "drawing the line" in their relationships with boys (straight out of Saved!), listening to what is easily one of the best releases this year aka the new dalek record (more on that later), drunken poker nights with three bitches eyeing me (no, really, they were dogs), latenight pillow fights ('its your girlfriend, she says she's gonna be late...'), Acid Mothers Temple beaming lasers and Amoeba Records t-shirts in Denton, syrupy sunsets over texas lakes (shit looks like New Zealand, word life!), Rasheed Wallace kissing the trophy, quiet birthdays that mean more.
and last but not least...
dancing the night away with one of the prettiest and sweetest girls i have ever met.
enjoy your year in Mexico.
and cliches are annoying for a reason (because of their truth content): you dont know what you have until you lose it.
look up sometimes, people.
on rotation on the turntable and not:
the album leaf- in a safe place
dalek- absence
black dice- creature comforts
caetano veloso- s/t (1968)
jadakiss- kiss of death
the dillinger escape plan- irony is a dead scene
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Karl Malone will never get a championship ring. sigh.
beautiful, isnt it?)
dead tomorrows + weekend quips:
stealing essays by Russian Formalists from used bookstores, meeting wonderful women from New Orleans and helping them study for art history exams, talking to pretty ladies from Puerto Rico (im an 8....really), overhearing teeny-bopper Christian schoolgirls at a local coffeeshop about what they consider "drawing the line" in their relationships with boys (straight out of Saved!), listening to what is easily one of the best releases this year aka the new dalek record (more on that later), drunken poker nights with three bitches eyeing me (no, really, they were dogs), latenight pillow fights ('its your girlfriend, she says she's gonna be late...'), Acid Mothers Temple beaming lasers and Amoeba Records t-shirts in Denton, syrupy sunsets over texas lakes (shit looks like New Zealand, word life!), Rasheed Wallace kissing the trophy, quiet birthdays that mean more.
and last but not least...
dancing the night away with one of the prettiest and sweetest girls i have ever met.
enjoy your year in Mexico.
and cliches are annoying for a reason (because of their truth content): you dont know what you have until you lose it.
look up sometimes, people.
on rotation on the turntable and not:
the album leaf- in a safe place
dalek- absence
black dice- creature comforts
caetano veloso- s/t (1968)
jadakiss- kiss of death
the dillinger escape plan- irony is a dead scene
