December 2009
26 posts
Postal Service Remix of Mushaboom.
could have been a sailor,
could have been a cook,
a real live lover,
could have been a book.
I could have been a signpost,
could have been a clock.
As simple as a kettle,
steady as a rock.
I could be here and now.
I would be, I should be, but how?
“When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the...”
– Albus Dumbledore
Me and butter aren't friends anymore.
So today Trish and I decided to make caramels. I have no idea why, we aren’t exactly candy making people. We’re cookie people. We’re cupcake people. But we are not candy people.
So my mom accidentally put in half a cup of butter instead of half a stick, and the result was a stinky volcano errupting scalding sticky nastiness all over the stove.
Awesome.
Hope everyone’s...
Yo Connecticut, suckacock.
“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
– Jack Kerouac (via quotewhore)
Things that I Have Googled Instead of Writing My...
hedgehogs, bigfoot, candy that starts with a D, gengar, worst hat ever, leopleurodon, wizard rock, fiji flu, human tail, clairvoyant, U.F.O. sightings.
1. Crimety
an exclamation. (negative)
crimety! I have the sassar computer virus.
I spilled jam on the new tablecloth! Crimety.
Modest Mouse, 3rd Planet
don’t you love it when you are totally floored by a song the very first time that you hear it? And you’re just like…man, i cant wait for it to be over so i can listen to it again. And youre not even high. Its just poetry. And you went all your life without knowing it. And now it seems so rediculous.
imsotired.
New Theme.
I know you’re jeal.
Bird.
I’m not the tiger you never had. I’m not the first hit when you got it bad. I’m not your second, I’m not your third But I’ll be your bird. I’m not your Chesnutt, I’m not your Mould. I’m not your DJ on late night radio. I’ll be the first one to ask where you were, I’ll be your bird. Then when there’s no one to care I could protect...
waste.
Will my number come up eventually? Like love’s some kind of lottery, where you scratch and see what’s underneath. It’s “Sorry”, just one cherry, or “Play Again.” Get lucky.
“Songs competed
Like kids for space,
We stared for hours
At our maker’s...”
– Elvis Perkins, While You Were Sleeping
