Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Well that really sucks makes for an odd day

I woke up today with bad new on my mind (of course, only I think it's bad news)
  • Someone I care about got married
  • Some people I care about are getting divorced
    If anyone has anything that I would think is good news, please don't hold back.
    In the meantime, here's an oldie: Dreams Burn Down by Ride



    Lying under sky,
    She laughs at everything I say,
    And pulls me under,
    There's no time to resist.
    Lying on the floor,
    There's no time to resist,
    Lying on the floor,
    The tears are falling down and more,
    Her eyes speak loud,
    But actions speak the best.

    Waiting, hoping for a sign,
    That what's forbidden can be mine,
    I just want what I can't have,
    'Til my dreams burn down every time.

    She's effortlessly cool,
    But circumstances can be cruel,
    And sometimes you must accept,
    That you can't always get what you want.
    We fill up our days and nights,
    We fill up our empty little lives,
    But we know we are doomed,
    The moment we walk out the room
  • Monday, September 10, 2007

    The Big Stir

    How much are public officials in Jacksonville Florida making?
    Click here to find out.
    WOOT!

    Myspace Bulletin of the Day

    "myself and autrelle holland are making plans in that not-making-plans- because-all-beauty-and-goodness-comes-out-of-a-chaotic-struggle kind of way to reform the apathetic and tone deaf ears of duval county. inspired by monumental epochs in time such as the go go when kids (seemingly, which is more than we can say for today) cared about progressive thought, and an integrative and multi genre appreciation for artful music, and the search/process that leads to QUALITY music both new and old.....especially not afraid to embrace the old.....there will be, in the near future, a night of such extreme auditory intensity that your world will be fucked up forever. you will have a religious experience if you have any balls to be honest with yourself. and speaking of honesty, you should come with a box of kleenex because we plan to tear you down before we can build you up into the person you are truly entitled to be. fuck irony. we don't believe in it, which means you won't hear a single justin timberlake tune , we won't be dressed in american apparel, and you won't see us giggling behind the dj booth either. start doing your emotional warm ups now. this shit is going to come at you hard and fast."

    This from dear Whitney's Myspace Page.
    Check out the link for her blog also. She's brilliant.