Monday, March 17, 2003

february stars by the foo fighters
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do we live our lives through songs
or do songs help us live our lives?

i can date things and remember things by connecting a song to it.
i'm sure i'm not the only one who can do it, but it sure is neat.

people don't know i'm a momma's boy
i'm really kind and sensitive and i get almost everything from her
except taste in music
she likes all this wierd crap like celtic music and boccelli
i think she used to be a hippie
i likes my rock musack

i treat women most the time like i would treat my mom, with kindness and respect
i have nothing but love for her
its funny cuz i hated her growing up
she was both a mother and a father to me at one point, when dad was gone

i remember one day i called my dad for christmas, i thought he was coming to see me, and he didn't
i broke my heart, and i cried, i was about 9 years old
i started to hate him at that point.

the hate continues to this day
no child support, my mom stuggled daily to make ends meet
i never realized it until i grew up as an adult.

so i had a conversation with this wonderful girl online
and she asked me about my half brothers
i said i wouldn't waste the saliva to spit on their graves

my family in general disappoints me
and thats sad

thats why i have to take refuge in friends

i'm a little long winded, i know
and other times i can be a clam

people who dont say goodbye annoy me
and when i'm REAL pissed thats what i do, leave without saying goodbye
otherwise i will always take the time to say something.

i wrote something on someones journal that they didn't appreciate, i guess
i was angry that they bought 2 ecko shirts, and i alerted them to the fact that they were made in sweatshops, apparently fashion means more to some people than say, a little kid's life as a slave
sorry if i offended

i thought life slows down as you get older
my mp3 player is re-found and its full of jimmy eat world
the batteries run out so fast, and i just listen to the songs over and over and over

see ya