(Saturday, August 20, 2005) 2000. G gave me the cd. more like i took it and i never want to give it back. pirated cd actually. poor thing was left on my table for months making friends with roaches and dust. that yellow song is overplayed by the stupid radio stations and it annoys the fuck out of me. look at the stars, look how they shine for you...the moron that lives next to me in the dorm plays the song (in this case, his raw attempted version of it) with his banged up guitar. it was unholy, or whatever fit the description, to me he should be shot like a pig. no wonder his girlfriend dumped him shortly after. i'm suprised it took longer than expected. sadistic loser.
after whole Yellow hype died, and due to lack of companionship at 4 in the morning to accomodate my optimal working period, plus deficiency in cash flow to get perpetually drunk, which led to a fucking gargantuan pressure avalanche landing on me at that moment, it was down to coldplay or pornography. nonetheless, i chose coldplay since the porn i watched the night before and naked fat old lady doesn't even turn my dog on. or rather that sadistic loser bloke.
Parachute is eloquently the best late night/early morning companion you'll ever get. i've been working late with them for more than 4 years now i think. and to say that i just bought the original album yesterday is blasphemy. people like me should be crucified. or tortured.
5:36 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
