Jarrod and I are talking again. It wasn't awkward, our silence. We watched a documentary on punk rock. Reminded me of the song where Manu Chao says "mi gusta marijuana mi gustas tu" which is like, my favourite like Manu Chao has ever song. I don't know why. Maybe cos I can totally identify. Ha!
It was really weird. I spilled my anger out with him over the phone and everything was understood. So that's good. Then I went over, watched that DVD, shared some of that good ol Charlie. Breanne... you know what I'm talking about. OHHH yeeeeeahh.
Charlie. Sigh.
Anyway, it was really good and I didn't come down after seeing Charlie till 12 last night. Really really good times. Really good.
Anyway. I think I have to poop or something. It's cos I'm thinking about the New Pornographers. They make me so excited I poop my butt.

i won't call your name out the window.
but i'm sick of writing every song about you.

so let me sprout wings and fly to you. starmarket says i won't be back again into your arms. they are wrong. i want out of this town and into your arms. period. no dash. no buts. no comma.
maybe some ands. maybe.
last days of april says how can your two hands and ten fingers move nine planets? i ask the same question cos i don't know how either.
i'm listening to 311! this song was pre-you. i like it. it reminds me of naive i was. i was because i didn't know. i never knew until i met you. and this sucks cos the ouija board was right.
i'm bored with these feelings. find a new way to entertain me.

It hurts a lot to know they're right.
There is no plus side.
That sucks, too.

i still have our pictures on the wall?
i look at them and say i miss you?

i can't listen to wilco. but i can listen to number eight (how to fight loneliness) and i can listen to number eight (i'm the man who loves you) and i can listen to the new pornographers (ALL THE TIME WHO ARE COMING TO ORLANDO ON THE 10TH OF MARCH) and i can pretend we are dancing to streets of fire.

lick my lips
twist my hips...