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Mar. 10th, 2003 08:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
htothehIt's extremely amusing to watch Chris and Trevor interact. Their blogs are here and here, [ETA (12/2/2004): their blogs aren't here anymore. Chris is here, and Trevor no longer blogs.] respectively. They're expending a lot of space just insulting each other. I think they should just share a blog. Although they might kill it if they had one...
I found a redeeming quality today: I manage funny. To some people, at least. I amuse myself, and that's what's important, right?
Although this leads to the question of whether that's it, and I'm only around for comic relief. Nah. Too depressing, even for me. It's probably my l33t melodrama skillz. Can one really put l33t, melodrama, and skillz with a z in the same sentence and not explode something? Hmm...
"Grey Street" by Dave Matthews Band is a Good Song.
"Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street
She thinks, “Hey,
How did I come to this?
I dream myself a thousand times around the world,
But I can’t get out of this place”
There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart"
Me like. But am in a grey and blurry mood right now, so no more writing.
I found a redeeming quality today: I manage funny. To some people, at least. I amuse myself, and that's what's important, right?
Although this leads to the question of whether that's it, and I'm only around for comic relief. Nah. Too depressing, even for me. It's probably my l33t melodrama skillz. Can one really put l33t, melodrama, and skillz with a z in the same sentence and not explode something? Hmm...
"Grey Street" by Dave Matthews Band is a Good Song.
"Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street
She thinks, “Hey,
How did I come to this?
I dream myself a thousand times around the world,
But I can’t get out of this place”
There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart"
Me like. But am in a grey and blurry mood right now, so no more writing.
