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Friday, February 07, 2003

from xanga posts
September 21, 2002
while listening...

i scored a strike, the only strike of the night, in the second game. it was when "good bye to you" was playing. should i take that as a sign? knocking out every pin as i say good bye...

then when our lady peace's "freedom" was playing at the lady's room, i thought of you. if not for our different tolerance for lyrics, i think we had the same taste in music.

why do so many things fall "back to you" like john mayer says?


September 17, 2002
i'm still holding my breath.

until i exhaust myself and force in another batch of air.

and then hold my breath again.

until someone unexpectedly comes and tells me it's okay. i can breathe beside him.

if i collect a dust everytime i think you, i would have a small mountain.

.: posted by me 9:32 PM