this is a little bit of what i liked from 2004. watch this space.

motherfucking fuck!

at some point last night after my smoke break at 4, i fell asleep on my desk and for those who dont know, my desk is an incredibly thin slab of formica (not much sleeping room there with the computer and textbooks...and newspapers..and CDs strewn all over..)

it is 10am and i have A) a bad ass neckache B) shit loads of things to study. and i have this nasty urge to run off and bake some cookies. like nice chocolate chip ones. i know, i dont neccesarily have the best timing.

sigh. im feeling a little annoyed this morning. must be something in the water.

kings of convenience - sorry or please

i am bushed but delighted at the prospect of tommorow night. one last exam and i'm good to go. everything will be okay, so i keep telling myself.

I remember when the days were long
and the nights when the living room was on the lawn.
Constant quarreling the childish fits
and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.
All the slander and double speak were only foolish attempts
to show you did not mean,
anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth.

And as the summers ending the cold air will push your hard heart away.
You were so condescending,
and this is all that's left
scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.

death cab for cutie - photobooth

there comes a point in time when you realize that you've exhausted all your possibilities. your remedies are tired and old and you dont want to try anymore, because playful quips and half-baked intentions just wont do. there comes a point where you try your damnest to put together a list of why someone is good for you and you realize that after two you can't think of anymore more reasons.

there comes a point when the only thing you can remember about a person are the physical permutations of what you mistook as love and affection. your knees knocked against each other, your hands were intertwined, moving together in the dark against the stillness of the night. those were the moments you shared and those are the only memories you have today.

there comes a point when you get tired of shouldering the weight of someone else's guilt. there comes a point when enough is enough.

death cab for cutie - title track