September 20th, 2002

Stab Time

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If I were my car title, where would I be? Probably somewhere safe, tucked away where nothing accidental would be likely to happen, yet obvious and always ready to be found when needed. Maybe in this drawer, or on those shelves.
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    MC Frontalot - Indier Than Thou
Stab Time

(no subject)

And if I was Philadelphia, I'd be stealing my car under the guise that it was abandoned, and assuring myself that I have no reason to believe it won't happen again.



FFS, it's not like I don't pay enough parking tickets to uphold my share of city funding.
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    15 pieces of flair
In Dreams

What do you get when you cross a bunny-rabbit with an anesthesiologist?

"I'm so sick and tired of the taste of tears,
the sting of pain,
the smell of fear,
the sound of crying

I'm trying to earn a set of feathery wings to take me away from here"




I sing this song like it was written for me. And then, I tell myself I wanna go to some kinda med school. Problems, yeah. Atypical problems, yes, but problems nonetheless.


"I'd become a disillusioned misery-type fuck-the-world alcoholic, if I could just figure out which type is best drunk from a ratty paper bag."
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    Hunchback of Notre Dame - Heaven's Light/Hellfire