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[11 Jun 2005|12:19pm] [ music | Van Morrison - Tupelo Honey ] List your current six favorite songs, then pick six other people that have to do the same. - Van Morrison - Into The Mystic - U2 - Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For - Alanis Morrisette - Mary Jane - Punchline - Getting There Is Getting By - DMB - Satellite - Mirah - La Familia *whoever wants to do it can do it ♥ 6 rockets| blast off

[01 Dec 2004|06:35pm] I need some new music. What song and/or band should I download? 20 rockets| blast off

[22 Nov 2004|12:35pm] Nine planets round the sun Only one does the sun embrace Upon this watered one So much we take for granted So let us sleep outside tonight Lay down in our mother's arms For here we can rest safely If green should slip to gray But our hearts still bloody be And if mountains crumble away And the river dry Would it stop the stepping feet Take all that we can get When it's done Nobody left to bury here Nobody left to dig the holes And here we can rest safely One sweet world Around a star is spinning One sweet world And in her breath I'm swimming And here we will rest in peace 4 rockets| blast off

Words of wisdom. [30 Apr 2004|10:18pm] The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death. What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, and you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating... you finish off as an orgasm. -George Carlin 7 rockets| blast off

You say I only hear what I want to. [21 Mar 2004|09:19pm] [ music | Broken Arrow - Rod Stewart ] create a list of 25 things that make you happy: [in no particular order] 01: Billie Holiday. 02: Photography. 03: Money to spend, which is rare. 04: Rilo Kiley. 05: Chai Tea. 06: Blue anything. 07: Crystal Clean Peach Deodrant [it has snowflakes in it!!] 08: Good friends. 09: Colorblind by The Counting Crows. 10: Dreaming. 11: Mint Chocolate Chip icecream. 12: 50's and 60's pop culture. 13: Bright colors. 14: Indie anything ie. music, movies. 15: Nylon magazine. 16: My mommy. 17: Letters. 18: Cats. 19: Simplicity. 20: Contentment. 21: Good books. 22: Knowing things could always be worse. 23: Elijah Wood. 24: Lilacs 25: Spring 21 rockets| blast off

All the cool kids are doing it. [28 Nov 2003|10:20pm] Post anything (comment on this entry) that you want here, and post it anonymously. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love... anything. Make sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post as many times as you'd like. Then, put this in your LJ to see what others have to say. 73 rockets| blast off

Under lock and key. [27 Oct 2003|09:37pm] [ music | Girl From North Country--Bob Dylan ] MOSTLY FRIENDS ONLY, kids. Comment and I'll most likely add you back Written on six twenty-four two thousand and three If I had enough money, I would hitch rides with cargo trains. I would sleep between boxes and watch the fields of grass and pretty country farm houses; I’ve always loved those. I would run away and not look back. Oh but don’t worry, I’d send letters. It’s just…what is the point of sticking around when no one seems to notice? I’d converse with pretty girls wearing pearls and polka dot dresses. We’d whisper secrets we’ve harbored on the shelf of our hips, and I’d finally feel like people like me. I’d flirt with boys who play guitars and sleep in fields drenched with the falling stars lonely girls like me wish upon, and the summery dew. But I’d always feel the hole in my heart where you walked away. And the worst thing is? You don‘t even know you walked away. Let me tell you, dear, there is a cookie cutter whole in my heart. And I miss you. Everything is just one big fucking metaphor. 50 rockets| blast off

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