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February 4th, 2004

Do you know what "nemesis" means? [Feb. 4th, 2004|03:43 pm]
[Somedays I feel a little: |sleepysleepy]
[Your mom ain't listening to |Jurassic 5 - Thin Line]

My mom is going to have a running car again in the next few days. Apparently my sis has a new car and is giving my mom her car. It'll be nice to be able to do things again.

Damn Saturday Night Live. I can't enjoy "Don't Fear The Reaper" anymore without noticing that guy playing the cowbell.

Word on the street is that my body plans a revolt. I couldn't get to sleep at all last night and am paying the price for it today.

I must confess, I was just "jamming" to Meat Loaf's "Paradise By The Dashboard Light". Meanwhile iTunes was ripping System Of A Down's Toxicity album. Satan will be coming to collect my tasteless soul soon.
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I put my headphones on and hear your favorite songs... [Feb. 4th, 2004|11:31 pm]
[Somedays I feel a little: |restlessrestless]
[Your mom ain't listening to |Johnny Cash - I Still Miss Someone]

Her Space Holiday - Japanese Gum

I used to know this girl
Who gave her love away
To every guy she met
And with all the games they played
She never seemed to cry
She never got upset
And one by one they came
And one by one they left
I thought that I could fix her
If she would let me in
But all of my advances
Were shut down in the end
When days turned into months
I begged her to explain
And this is what she sang

It's not like I'm a slut
Or that I really like to fuck
I just want every boy I see
To walk away with part of me
Until there's nothing left to hold
Until there's nothing left to hate
I appreciate your help
But even you can't save me from myself

I used to know this boy
Who took notes in a book
But he ripped out all the pages
Before I got a look
At all the words he scribbled
At all the lines he filled
But the ink stains on his fingers
Told me he was skilled
At capturing a feeling
That most of us just miss
The simple pain of living
With goodbyes on our lips
I found one of the pages
Crumpled by her bed
And this is how it read

It's not like I am weak
Or that I don't know how to leave
It's just that every time you cheat
You bring me closer to defeat

Until there's nothing left to love
Until there's nothing left to say
I know that you need help
But even I can't save you from yourself
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