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don't you miss me
Aug. 29th, 2004 06:26 pmCD’s I put up for sale on ebay [help a poor sista out]:
Alicia Keys - Songs In A Minor (CD 2001)
Sheryl Crow - C'mon C'mon CD
J.S. Bach Brandenburg Concertos Nos. 4, 5 & 6 CD
India Arie - Acoustic Soul CD
Fatboy Slim - You've Come A Long Way, Baby CD [PA]
Ryan Adams - Demolition (CD 2002)
Clapton Chronicles: The Best Of Eric Clapton CD
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Californication (CD 1999)
N Sync - Celebrity [ECD] (CD 2001)
Krystal - Me & My Piano, Krystal Harris (CD 2001)
Leila Josefowicz - Violin for Anne Rice CD
Madonna - Ray Of Light (CD 1998)
The Donnas - Spend The Night [ECD] (CD 2002)
Empire Records The Soundtrack CD
My summer has sucked some balls. I never noticed that I didn’t do a damn thing until the end. I think I hung out with my friends maybe twice. I’m a terrible friend. I'm going to hell.
Spent last night, or it might have been the night before, convincing Pam to let me burn a sign in the yard. I wasn’t kidding. I don’t want the fucking thing in the yard. Rick put it there. Ryan thinks it’s gay and I think it’s bullshit that it’s there. That and Chelly stole me some matches and I want to use them. The only thing I’ve burned in the past 3 years is all my junk mail. For a while I stopped with the playing with matches and setting things on fire and opted for punching lovely holes in walls and cracking glass door. Still can't decide on which is better [or worse depending on how you look at it]. It’s been years since I burnt down the shed thing at my great aunt’s and even longer since I played with matches and burnt off my fingerprints on two fingers.
Still think it’s funny. I was playing with a candle in the living room, back when I still lived with Becky, pre obvious insanity, after Rick left, before getting dumped off at my grandparents. I took an already been lit match and put it back into the flame of the candle. Dumb. It burnt the rest of the match up to my fingers, but I freaked out because I didn’t want to burn the shitty little apartment down, so I freaked. I get enough air in my lungs to blow it out, so I yelled for Becky to help me, saying, “hey, look, help me”, or something stupid like that. Bad idea. She was reading the paper and told me not to bother her. I finally yelled, “I’m on fire.” Then she got up and blew it out and yelled at my for being stupid. I ran upstairs when she was done and put my hand under cold water. Another bad idea. Just made it hurt worse. Everything past the first knuckle of my right index finger and thumb was white, so I put a band-aid on it. Now I have no fingerprints and can rob a bank. With my index finger and thumb. Any ideas on how to do that?
Alicia Keys - Songs In A Minor (CD 2001)
Sheryl Crow - C'mon C'mon CD
J.S. Bach Brandenburg Concertos Nos. 4, 5 & 6 CD
India Arie - Acoustic Soul CD
Fatboy Slim - You've Come A Long Way, Baby CD [PA]
Ryan Adams - Demolition (CD 2002)
Clapton Chronicles: The Best Of Eric Clapton CD
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Californication (CD 1999)
N Sync - Celebrity [ECD] (CD 2001)
Krystal - Me & My Piano, Krystal Harris (CD 2001)
Leila Josefowicz - Violin for Anne Rice CD
Madonna - Ray Of Light (CD 1998)
The Donnas - Spend The Night [ECD] (CD 2002)
Empire Records The Soundtrack CD
My summer has sucked some balls. I never noticed that I didn’t do a damn thing until the end. I think I hung out with my friends maybe twice. I’m a terrible friend. I'm going to hell.
Spent last night, or it might have been the night before, convincing Pam to let me burn a sign in the yard. I wasn’t kidding. I don’t want the fucking thing in the yard. Rick put it there. Ryan thinks it’s gay and I think it’s bullshit that it’s there. That and Chelly stole me some matches and I want to use them. The only thing I’ve burned in the past 3 years is all my junk mail. For a while I stopped with the playing with matches and setting things on fire and opted for punching lovely holes in walls and cracking glass door. Still can't decide on which is better [or worse depending on how you look at it]. It’s been years since I burnt down the shed thing at my great aunt’s and even longer since I played with matches and burnt off my fingerprints on two fingers.
Still think it’s funny. I was playing with a candle in the living room, back when I still lived with Becky, pre obvious insanity, after Rick left, before getting dumped off at my grandparents. I took an already been lit match and put it back into the flame of the candle. Dumb. It burnt the rest of the match up to my fingers, but I freaked out because I didn’t want to burn the shitty little apartment down, so I freaked. I get enough air in my lungs to blow it out, so I yelled for Becky to help me, saying, “hey, look, help me”, or something stupid like that. Bad idea. She was reading the paper and told me not to bother her. I finally yelled, “I’m on fire.” Then she got up and blew it out and yelled at my for being stupid. I ran upstairs when she was done and put my hand under cold water. Another bad idea. Just made it hurt worse. Everything past the first knuckle of my right index finger and thumb was white, so I put a band-aid on it. Now I have no fingerprints and can rob a bank. With my index finger and thumb. Any ideas on how to do that?
