last night was the most emotionally tantilizing night of my life.

I watched Twin Peaks for the first time.
rode on an airplane with two real world cast members. 
I failed miserably as a girlfriend.
I came home from being away for a week, and i have a different room and bed.
We drove on a back rode and had some scary, scary things happen to us.
I realized how my friends aren't really my friends, but they are my friends nonetheless.

xanga is so dead. here is my space: www.myspace.com/pbrstreetgang

I'd give you hundreds of  last chances
If I could answer myself why
I don't worry about all your reversible talk
As significant as the death of alternative rock
Let it die let it die let it die
You're a prima ballerina
I'm a collapsing iron lung
You let disaster come between us
Now I'm a poet on the run
Searching for a place where my heart can feel (?)
Then I can retrieve it from the place that I must go
There's supper in this room as long as it continues thumpin
a ah ee ah ....
You're a glass-eyed tiger
You're a trash vampire
You're what (?) don't desire
I wish I glowed brighter in your eyes

uhhhhh. Erik Smith is a bitch.

Currently Listening Vauxhall and I By Morrissey the more you ignore me, the closer I get see related

Who found a Morrissey video on a VHS that was supposed to have the little mermaid and cinderella recorded on it? ME.

I guess when nathaniel was 7 he acidentally recorded about 3 hours of mad old school MTV, one of them just happened to be 120. And the just happened to have played a Pavement, NIN, and MORRISSEY videos.

How awesome is my house?

I am missing some people. And I'm getting tired of others. and it's not who you'd expect.

New song...ahhahahahahha, I love having the ability to change songs...obviously..heh. But seriously, this song is cooler than you.

The indians send signals
From the rocks above the pass
The cowboys take positions
In the bushes and the grass
The squaw is with the corporal
She is tied against the tree
She doesn’t mind the language
It’s the beating she don’t need
She lets loose all the horses
When the corporal is asleep
And he wakes to find the fire’s dead
And arrows in his hats
And davy crockett rides around
And says it’s cool for cats
The sweeney’s doing ninety
’cos they’ve got the word to go
They get a gang of villains
In a shed up at heathrow
They’re counting out the fivers
When the handcuffs lock again
In and out of wandsworth
With the numbers on their names
It’s funny how their missus’
Always look the bleeding same
And meanwhile at the station
There’s a couple of likely lads
Who swear like how’s your father
And they’re very cool for cats
They’re cool for cats

To change the mood a little
I’ve been posing down the pub
On seeing my reflection
I’m looking slightly rough
I fancy this, I fancy that
I wanna be so flash
I give a little muscle
And I spend a little cash
But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash
And by the time I’m sober
I’ve forgotten what I’ve had
And ev’rybody tells me that it’s cool to be a cat
Cool for cats

Shake up at the disco
And I think I’ve got a pull
I ask her lots of questions
And she hangs on to the wall
I kiss her for the first time
And then I take her home
I’m invited in for coffee
And I give the dog a bone
She likes to go to discos
But she’s never on her own
I said I’ll see you later
And I give her some old chat
But it’s not like that on the tv
When it’s cool for cats
It’s cool for cats