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2004-04-08 - 9:49 a.m. nobody's fault but mine - led zepplin i wish i could eat your cancer - nirvana *kurt cobain, rest in peace* good morning, kids. i just got back from a nice long run, and now i'm gonna watch some movies. went to amoeba, yesterday. bought the following: modest mouse, the first big audio dynamite, dntel, the von bondies, the unicorns, the walkmen, the latest phantom planet (finally) and assorted 7 inches, and cd singles. i also bought "all about eve" on dvd. good stuff. so, kevin from ohio, i sincerely apologize for never responding to your query about the new p-planet, i just didn[t have the facts. that doesn't excuse the fact that i coulda just said i don't have it yet, but, i digress. the new phantom planet: i like it a lot. the reason i waited was because after the last time i'd seen them, i was a little turned off. i'd seen them 3 or 4 times, all after "the guest". all i ever heard were songs from "the guest", which i fucking love. so, this last time, all i knew was that jason schwartzman (sp?) just left the band and that a new album was imminent. so, when they started playing all this harder stuff, and the perfect pop confections were virtually non existent, i was disappointed. after finally actually giving the self titled album a chance at a friends, i finally picked it up. the end. matt and i were semi-fighting. he was watching the u.conn - georgia tech. game, and i was bored. march madness blah, blah, blah. it's fucking april already, m'kay? so, i was being a dick and decided that i wanted to have sex. we were kissing, and i had my hand down his pants, all of which he was cool with. when i whispered, "let's go to bed", he was like, "after the game, pretty boy". so, i stripped down to nothing, and basically said, now or never. he took me to bed. later that night, when we were back in bed to sleep, he kissed me goodnight, then said, "you're such an asshole sometimes". i knew why he said that. i also knew he was exactly right. but, still... i didn't let any of that stop me from taking umbrage and getting into an argument with him. which, if you're following along, only proves that matty is exactly right in his assessment of me. so, we go to bed mad, wake up mad, and go to work mad. when he came home i had dinner made for him....and....i bought him a single white rose (which is our way of declaring a truce/ saying we're sorry), which i laid at his place at the table. he came home, saw the rose, and i apologized, and we talked about stuff. ...and...um...that's all you need to know about that. i was actually gonna try to get into why i'm such a bastard sometimes. i don't really think that i can now. anyway, this morning when i woke up, and walked into the kitchen, i found mexican sweet breads from my favorite panaderia here in smltwn. i don't know what all to say about that. so, i won't say anything. later..... |
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