Sunday, April 20, 2003

...quote by a younger sibling at the easter dinner table, explaining the tradition to our younger brother....

"Easter is the day that we celebrate when the Easter Bunny died on the cross"

Sunday, April 13, 2003

"so stake your claim into my veins and scrape my face in your hands and pin me to the wall"

Nostalgia. It gets the best of us at the worst of times, and sometimes the worst of us at the best of times.

Just put on a song you haven’t heard in a while and you get transformed and thrown back to a time almost forgotten. Random sounds or smells start flooding back, memories of someone you once knew, places you used to visit, or movies you watched a while ago. It’s funny how your brain makes such strong unconscious associations -- most of the time completely without your consent or direct knowledge of the connection. Moments in time occur before your eyes and your brain takes a little snapshot of it, makes a billion neural connections inside your head, then files it away for safe keeping to be violently resurrected to the forefront of your conscious mind any number of days, months or years later. Nostalgia makes people do the strangest things -- apologise, forgive and forget, break up new flames to rekindle old, do almost anything to capture that moment in time once more in any aspect they can just to feel again how great they once felt.

Nostalgia gives me a fuzzy, almost sick feeling in my stomach, sets my mind reeling and swimming in a sea of old and crazy thoughts almost always spawned by just one great song. That's why I love music more than anything else in the world.

Wednesday, April 09, 2003

1 minute too early

damnit.

Tuesday, April 08, 2003

happy birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you know who you are, this is allllllllllllllllllllll for you, the big 2-3, howE gross is that!??!


Love Jesse!!

Sunday, April 06, 2003

but you're a perfectionist?

or a confectionist?

i wish i was a confectionist

that'd be sweet
...

I'm not slow, I just pretend!

Saturday, April 05, 2003

...

you're like a bleeding blister on my finger when i play guitar


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