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[20 Jul 2003|11:32am] |
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Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now :: The Smiths |
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I like the word scuttlebutt. It reminds of something the grandmother I never had would've said. Scuttlebutt! That should be in more common use in today's lingo.
Hmm, I don't know why so many people catagorize The Smiths under "so mopey makes you think killing yourself may be a good idea" music. Obviously, their lyrics promote indulging in self-pity but i usually never put them on for anything heavier than a wistful sadness/tiredness. I would seriously like to know whoever has ever been depressed after listening to This Charming Man...
Also, I was writing a letter to someone the other day, trying to explain why I could enjoy reading the Marquis de Sade. And I had trouble. @-@ He thought he was too long winded and I think that only would pertain to Justine. But, then some of his short stories are somewhat boring too, but others can be genuinely funny in that ironic way. And Justine would be, but it went on too long (I think he wrote a short story that's a watered down version of that book). Of course, he doesn't compare to Voltaire in anyway. But still... OH! And some people just don't dig the pornographic sadism that just constantly pops up... Eheh. Whoops. :| Myself, I'm indifferent to it, and there are works of his that don't have that sort of stuff in there. I could see how some people would avoid him altogether though. Yeeeeeeeeeeeah. Wow, if I were a a school bully, I would want to punch me. :D
Rick (mike's boyfriend) has decided not to watch that show Queer Eye for the Straight Guy just because of the trashy techno music in the beginning (and, as Mike and I found, throughout). Hehe. I just found that very funny.
I'll be back with more horror later.
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[19 Jul 2003|12:38pm] |
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It's Oh So Quiet - Björk |
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I got myself another one of dem fangled online journal things. I still need to upload some user pics
Last, night I went shoe shopping with Dylan and our efforts where unfruitful. *le sigh* That's really all there is to say about that experience, really.
Well, isn't this a painfully wild entry. @-@ You'd think I could put forth some effort to find something interesting to say. But, no, I am ill-mannered. Hah, to you good sirs and ladies.
I'll continue to tweak things here, and then maybe later I'll have something to say and pleasantly waste your time with. 'till then :)
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