ypsilanti's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- a cryptic note with a Bright Eyes quote don't break my heart these days last night, we're driving home from our "show". driver is fine. passenger side slightly drunk. the boy to my left sobering up. the boy to his right is drunk but doesn't know it. i'm talking loud and fast about a million things. all the changes i want to make, all the things that have to happen for me to be happy, and he says "Yeah, but it's august, fred. you can't trust yourself." it's true. it's true. boo-ya. august is such a month of madness for me. i always forget, probably cause i'm just going nuts and ruining my life too much to think about it. the month i was born and the month of all problems. if i can wait for a week or two and then start thinking about where i'm gonna move or what tattoos to get, or how or why i should sell eveything i own.. maybe that'll be for the best. my answering machine has a computery voice. when all the messages were done it said "END OF MESSAGES". i swear to god i heard it say "END OF EVERYTHING". my favorite record in the world right now is called "The Story Is In The Soil, Keep Your Ear To The Ground" by a band called BRIGHT EYES. i have been recommending it to everyone i know. i even been going so far as to play it for people and stare at them while they listen. i never really trusted Bright Eyes before, but now i think it's about the most important record i've heard in months. i just listen to it on repeat all the time. it's strange to have a record like that make me feel the way that pet sounds or blonde on blonde did when i first got into them, but it's true. it's true. boo-ya 1:22 p.m. - 8.22.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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