eskatological volumes

4.26.2003

 
09:09

godamn stupid fucking internet
i had an entry written out, hit post, and get a 404. hit back and it's gone. so that went fucking nowhere. and i hate retyping shit. so now you get the short version.
wed night i bought the washer dryer; suppose to be delivered today.
hung out with old amy last night. one of her coworkers drunk himself to death this week, so she was pretty glum. we ate at noshville, went to great escape and i got 100th window from massive attack and you're beautiful from swan dive for juile. was looking for the solo album from beth gibbons/rustin mann but no go. tower had it, but it was 19.99 and that's just too much for me.
if these fuckheads get here with the washer and dryer soon enough i'm going to go on home since julie is there for her bridal shower. then sunday both of us can go to the wedding consultation at falcon manor.
and i think i like the original lyrics to 'nobody's fault buy my own' from beck better:
When they catch all they want from you and they find that's all you knew
Pack your bags for another town, it's time to move
Not that you were fortified, rectified and on their side
Now you've found that you almost died and all alone
How could they be so cruel to point a finger?
Throw the book at you? Who would want to dance with you?
Don't say it's true, I know it's true, I know it's true
Tell me that it's nobody's fault, nobody's fault but my own
That it's nobody's fault, nobody's fault but my own

When the moon is a counterfeit, better find the one that fits
Better find the one that lights the way for you
When the road is full of nails, darkened jails and garbage pails
And the paper's full of heartless tales and faceless clouds
Who would ever be so cruel to pull into the residue?
Who would ever dance with you?
Don't say it's true, I know it's true, I know it's true
Tell me that it's nobody's fault, nobody's fault but my own (x4)