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fuck all of you.
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[22 Aug 2007|12:02pm] |
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Just read the Pitchfork review of Under the Blacklight, and the last paragraph really caught my eye...
"For the relative few who really, really care, debates may rage over whether Under the Blacklight marks some sort of progress, though what's just as likely is that Rilo Kiley's earlier output was artificially regressive in a bid for some sort of cred."
To write what was a pretty decent review (at least not negative), and then to marginalize the intended audience of the review seems pretty stupid to me. To top it off, they insinuate that the band was faking it on previous records "in a bid for some sort of cred"? The kind of "cred" Pitchfork devotees will deride you for not having, and do everything they can to cultivate?
Anyway who cares what Pitchfork says, the album all and all just doesn't feel right. Not enough Blake, too much Maroon 5.
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[24 Jun 2007|01:36pm] |
new shoes
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[11 Apr 2007|10:17pm] |
yeah the crows, crows, crows
rose, rose, rose from the grave
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[27 Mar 2007|02:40am] |
I'm fucking awesome at ruining things! WOOOOOO00/.!1 No bettr way to prepare yourself for a life chanigng court date than by drinking yourself into a stupor/.
being bad is so good
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[16 Mar 2007|02:08pm] |
SPRING BREAK WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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[27 Feb 2007|12:19am] |
whiskey and Ellen Degeneres all by my lonesome on a monday night.
send help please
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[02 Feb 2007|10:32am] |
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for anyone who cares, i have been moved to march 27th. if you dont know, dont ask.
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[01 Feb 2007|06:07pm] |
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Who sent me moustaches and eyebrows?
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[27 Dec 2006|11:01am] |
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what a fucking night.
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[22 Dec 2006|05:32pm] |
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oh man this is sofuckinggood! WII POST HUZZAH
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[21 Dec 2006|04:44pm] |
also GHJSADDDDDDDDDDDHJLKAAAAAAAAAAAWERTUAAAASDJHHHHMNCVXLKJSASM>>>FLKKKKKKKKKKKKKHSAFEJUTNDCVJBKDSJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJKSXBCVHBDSLJABSHBCCCCCCCXZMDVFWURIDSJSKERLGKJSAHEDLKVJBNLSDKBJVLK
i wish there was some way i could punch the internet.
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[21 Dec 2006|04:21pm] |
This year there isn't anyone to pull me out of my hole.
Well I hear if you dig deep enough you come out the other side.
the final HP has a name. It sounds interesting. This has been the greatest excitement of my vacation thus far. That and wii weather.
I would almost rather not be on vacation at all, frankly. At least when school was in session I had a reason to get up before three.
freedom isn't free.
p.s. I have been stupid and childish about a lot of things, and have been nothing if not selfish and self-righteous this year. And last year. What seems like so long ago, someone I loved told me I had changed and I denied it. They were right, I am not the same person you used to love, if any of you ever really felt that way about me. But things are supposed to change, right? And maybe none of the things I blame myself for are my fault, just accidents of distance or whatever. It still doesn't make me feel any better about myself.
Anyway, the whole point of this post is to say I'll probably be in maryland sometime between the 3rd-14th next month. So if I see you on the street do me a favor and just don't pretend to ignore me.
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[15 Dec 2006|03:49pm] |
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later
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[13 Dec 2006|06:48pm] |
done with school -
out of town for 24-27.
parents are here till new years.
anybody wanna do ... anything?
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[12 Dec 2006|01:39am] |
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all that water rushing in
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[05 Nov 2006|06:36pm] |
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Great success! High five!
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[31 Oct 2006|02:54am] |
Things are coming to a head. The envelope can barely be pushed any further. You try to be tough, but it only works for so long, or until a few drinks loosen you up. Then, disaster.
I'm lost.
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[26 Oct 2006|04:12pm] |
My car just got totalled.
I hate my life.
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[18 Oct 2006|08:38am] |
on the morning when I woke up without you for the first time,
I felt free.
and I felt lonely.
and I felt scared.
and I began to talk to myself almost immediately,
not being used to being the only person there.
hmmmm
the first time I made coffee for just myself,
I made too much of it.
but I drank it all,
just 'cause you hate it when I let things go to waste.
and I wandered through the house, like a little boy lost at the mall.
and an astronaut could've seen the hunger in my eyes from space.
and I sang oh
what do I do?
what do I do?
what do I do?
what do I do without you?
on the morning when I woke up without you for the first time,
I was cold, so I put on a sweater.
and I turned up the heat.
and the walls began to close in
and I felt so sad and frightened,
I practically ran from the living room out into the street.
and the wind began to blow and all the trees began to bend.
and the world in its cold way started coming alive.
and I stood there like a businessman waiting for a train.
and I got ready for the future to arrive.
and I sang oh
what do I do?
what do I do?
what do I do?
what do I do without you?
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