8.28.2004

 

I LOVE when a CD that you forgot you had provides some poignant words. This is perfect:

"And I wanna shout at the top of my lungs now
But oh my god, if she hears me she'll come running in...
These are my hands, these are my faults,
These are my plans,
These are my nasty little thoughts.
I wrote 'em down for you to contemplate
At a later date."

11:30 PM

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