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[mood|egads! eclairs!]
[music|horse the band - the red tornado]
i spent the bulk of today just dling and listening to new music. absolute love, but would have loved to go shopping also. well, if i don't get to go, then there's always the fact that i can shop online =]
we opened up the pool. now we need to clean up the water and stuff. lalalala.
people came over for a pseudo cookout. my dad is an idiot and doesn't realize that some indians, regardless of religion, don't eat beef.
dsfjaoweorewotwogno blink-182 is playing mass on august 6. i need to get tix sooo bad. i hear they're playing with fall out boy and panic at the disco, among other bands. really?? ok...expect the 12 yr olds to show up and be like, "who's blink-182?"
his emotions spin at destructive speeds.
he's learning to control the cumulonimbus inside the machine.
he's half robot and half tornado.
so sad the cyborg cyclone seems,
drifting through the sky,
a willful wisp of machinery
not born but devised.
still the cyborg cyclone cries.
coolant drips from his eyes,
plastic hands on his heart that slowly tear him apart.
~horse the band~
[music|horse the band - the red tornado]
i spent the bulk of today just dling and listening to new music. absolute love, but would have loved to go shopping also. well, if i don't get to go, then there's always the fact that i can shop online =]
we opened up the pool. now we need to clean up the water and stuff. lalalala.
people came over for a pseudo cookout. my dad is an idiot and doesn't realize that some indians, regardless of religion, don't eat beef.
dsfjaoweorewotwogno blink-182 is playing mass on august 6. i need to get tix sooo bad. i hear they're playing with fall out boy and panic at the disco, among other bands. really?? ok...expect the 12 yr olds to show up and be like, "who's blink-182?"
his emotions spin at destructive speeds.
he's learning to control the cumulonimbus inside the machine.
he's half robot and half tornado.
so sad the cyborg cyclone seems,
drifting through the sky,
a willful wisp of machinery
not born but devised.
still the cyborg cyclone cries.
coolant drips from his eyes,
plastic hands on his heart that slowly tear him apart.
~horse the band~