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If you could look like anything...anything at all....what would you look like? I'd be the wind. ...........It's easy to be someone's friend when all you need is someone to console you. It's much harder to be there for them when they're happy all the time. .............Even when I say nothing, it's a beautiful use of negative space.



























Blind Eyes Closed
 
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
you're everything that makes me believe  
On my walk to work this morning, the occurance that I've been waiting for all summer finally happened. I passed my ex-dog on his morning walk with his new owner. The owner did not recognize me as the girl who sat in her living room on year prior sipping iced tea, and the dog was too busy sniffing a tree and wagging his tail to notice if a familiar smell wafted by. I did not introduce myself to the owner, and I did not pet the dog. I just kept walking.

Note: don't miss the metaphor.


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Monday, August 02, 2004
I don't mind you coming here  
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people, all those lives
Where are they now?
With loves and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died.

A dreaded sunny day
So I'll meet you at the cemetry gates.

Always the most depressing things in the profile...

So, an announcement:
I've decided tonight that after this round, I'm not continuing on with the cd exchange. I still think it's a great idea, but has failed in execution. I mean the list is getting huge and is kind of a hassle to make that many copies and make sure they get out (i.e. people have given me one disc and want me to copy it and I don't want t0), I still haven't received discs from the first round which was due six months ago. And I'm not so sure if people really listen to the mixes at all, even. So I'll continue making really good mixes that I really work on, and if you want a copy tell me and I'll give it to you, but adding a structure to it has failed. You guys are free to continue without me, I think you all still have the address list, and even if you don't I have a copy in word so I can give it to anyone who needs it.


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Sunday, August 01, 2004
can I swallow this bottle whole?  
I have to go grocery shopping tonight. Mom thinks I'm getting too thin. I don't think I look different at all, but it'd be nice to keep food in the house.


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