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Wednesday, October 20, 2004

I don't have much to say. I've been happy the last few days. Rediscovering Rohi has really brought a lot of good things to my life. In a lot of ways i think that things sort of work out like they do for a reason, i know that's a cliche, one of the most cliche of all cliches but shit like that grabs onto the lexicon for a reason and sometimes that reason is because they carry a degree of truth. I don't wanna toot my own horn or anything but it may be that she needs me, and that's not to say that i don't need her because I have. I've needed her since the last time i saw her. Whatev, this is all really lovey dovey stuff and that shit is hard to quantify but, i don't know, it's just so strange how things work out sometimes. How people are connected in a way that is beyond, uhm, other ways? I don't know how to say it. I'm not Shakespeare. I write comic books with mopey goths, not sonnets with melancholy kings..
Well, i'm in the mood to drink strong whiskey, not really. The guy in the song i heard just said that, OMG, he just said "If I live till i can no longer climb my stairs/ i don't think I'll ever get over you." That's it. That's what i want to say. Thanks Colin Hay. I love it when a song says what you can't. It makes all the bad music you weed through in hopes of finding the good shit, all the worthwhile...
If i live to be one hundred and two/ i don't think I'll ever get over you.

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