i think "i wrote a poem on a dog biscuit and your dog refused to look at it" has to be one of best lines in a song ever, if not THE best. i'm listening to galaxie 500 - copenhagen. there is only one reason why i did not go to see galaxie 500 live and that reason is because i am a stupid stupid person. the coolest guy saw them a bunch of times. the last time he saw them i was sitting at home with a painful and swollen throat which i got from snogging some guy at a party that i only went to because everyone was giving me grief about the coolest guy spending more time with me than his girlfriend.
2:12 p.m. - February 03, 2003
one thing i really hate is the sound of a skull smashing against ice particularly when its my skull. i fell backwards from my toe side, cracked my head on the ground and then starting sliding down the mountain head first on my back. not good. eventually i realised that i needed to stop so i slammed the edge of my board into the snowy ice and came to an upside down standstill (except that i obviously wasn't standing). i spent a split second checking my brains weren't leaking all over the mountain and then flipped over and got the heck out of there before someone noticed my humiliation regarding the fall. that happened at about 9am. i boarded until about 3pm when i no longer had the energy to lift my edges properly but i didn't fall like that again because once you've had a bad fall you make damn sure you don't do it again.
9:03 a.m. - February 03, 2003
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