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2000-06-09 sleater kinney was fucking amazing. amazing amazing amazing. they rocked and rocked and rocked and the fillmore floor bounced and bounced and bounced like there was no tomorrow. i went totally nuts. AND i finally experienced the gossip. the gossip was rad, like i haven't danced that hard to a band i have never heard before in a long long time. they just came out and set shit on fire. oh sleater kinney. they are truly one of my most treasured bands. and they always talk about how much they love to play san francisco. WOOWOWOWOWOWO. they played good things, and i started singing loudly and started crying. it was a song that always and forever meant alex and everything with him to me. and i just started crying, it always encapsulated exactly how i feel/felt about him. i was gonna send him an email about it, but hell. he reads this so he knows now, right along with everyone else. alex, i am always going to love you; i hope you know that. *cough* in other news, skaterboy left me a message at home and was like HEY call me tonight or if you don't hey i don't work tomorrow so call me then. he sounds so rad, and i miss talking to him so much.... i am going to have to call him, if only to reingratiate myself with how ridiculously lopsided and stupid my interactions with him are. brace yourselves for another anti-skaterboy entry tomorrow. ALSO, i saw fillmore boy tonight. he is a strange, strange fowl, indeed. (that's a funny name pun that noone else is going to get. but I am amused.) he was like, "hey i'll see you around." it occured to me this evening that HE thought I was the one who was supposed to call him. it also occured to me that he and i have alot in common, self-confidence wise. so similar we managed to keep ourselves away from each other. ah well.... wish me luck with skaterboy. or not, as your inclinations may lie. Good Things got this feeling when i heard your name the other day couldn't say it, couldn't make it go away it's a hard place, can't be friends, we can't be enemies it's just too much, feel the weight crushing down on my face the hardest part is things already said getting better, worse, i can not tell why do good things never wanna stay? some things you lose, some things you give away
broken pieces, try to make it good again is it worth it, will it make me sick today it's a dumb song, but i'll write it anyway it's an old mistake, but we always make it, why do we
the hardest part is things already said getting better, worse, i can not tell why do good things never wanna stay? some things you lose, some things you give away
this time, it'll be alright this time, it'll be okay this time, it'll be alright this time, it'll be okay the hardest part is things already said getting better, worse, i can not tell why do good things never wanna stay? some things you lose, some things you give away some things you lose, some things you give away back***next***older they made me do it. |