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onramp year two 2002
onramp year one 2001
Dustbin days- 2000
Saturday, Jun. 12, 2004 - 12:46 p.m.
i escorted joe to the airport today and stared at all the horses and ddogs and rodeo princesses and floats covered in flowers for the rose parade and i thought about elliot smith. i neverreally listened to him but it reminded me of the song on the tape lindsay lent of. a song about the rose parade. such a silly thing with the pooper scooper people dressed as flys to clear the street.
i'm listening to old against me! and feeling sadly desparate...and it feels good to feel something. i reminds me of other times likes the summer of 2000 and hte shows at 17th street like the one where half the people got naked and danced in the basement or the screeching weasel cover band of crusty kids. where is that ridiculous fun for no reason? why do i confine myself to my house in the comfort of misery.
nothing seems to be going right these days. and i don't even have the words to try to explain. they get caught in my throat and caught up on memories that circle like vultures in my head.
sometimes i jsut want to run away some place new and reinvent myself jsut to see what woudl happen. sometimes i feel too bogged down with everything to even try. i've never been good at letting go or moving on.
i don't know why i'm writing this. it is all so terribly vague. maybe i should go down to the rose festival and lose myself in anonyminity.
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