[inlink]metalpeter,174[/inlink] Thanks for that info. I had no clue what the hell Sweetest Day was. I never heard of it until I moved to Buffalo for college. I thought it was just some crazy holiday Buffalo invented in order to sell stuff.
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sweetest day10/15/2004 12:26 #26796
visions in the nightCategory: dreams
I dreamed that Ruby ate huge holes in all my jeans and so I have to buy new ones. I bought them, but i couldn't find them. Turns out real life had turned into a type of Second Life 
and my pants were in my inventory. I had to click and drag to get them out.
and my pants were in my inventory. I had to click and drag to get them out. 10/14/2004 18:28 #26795
olfactory memoriestoday i remembered...
the smell of warm spring rain on fresh grass just born
and the smell of the warm asphalt in the evening after a rain shower as the twlight sky danced above
ps: to the girl who lives below me, if you ever read this, i think i heard you singing as i walked up the stairs this evening. you have a beautiful voice.
the smell of warm spring rain on fresh grass just born
and the smell of the warm asphalt in the evening after a rain shower as the twlight sky danced above
ps: to the girl who lives below me, if you ever read this, i think i heard you singing as i walked up the stairs this evening. you have a beautiful voice.
10/13/2004 19:53 #26794
can I see some ID for that?So, Wegmans has this 100% proof policy now for buying alcohol. RJ and I were in line and the cashier in the next line over asked a man if he had ID for the Labatt he was buying. He said, "Are you serious?!" and sort of did a half-laugh half-annoyed noise. I turned to look at the man and found that he had to be at least 75-years-old. That is the funniest thing ever. The poor guy prolly hasn't had to show ID for 50 years.
10/13/2004 11:04 #26793
daydreaming The journey home
Is never too long
Your heart arrives before train
The journey home
Is never too long
Some yesterdays always remain
I'm going back to where my heart was light
When my pillow was a ship I sailed through the night
The journey home is never too long
When open arms are waiting there
The journey home is never too long
There's room to love and room to spare
I want to feel the way I did there
And think my wishes through before I wish again
The journey home is never too long
Home hopes to heal the deepest pain
The journey home is never too long
Your heart arrives before the train
Not every boat you come across is one you have to take
Now sometimes standing still can be the best move you ever make.
"The Journey Home" by Sarah Brightman
Is never too long
Your heart arrives before train
The journey home
Is never too long
Some yesterdays always remain
I'm going back to where my heart was light
When my pillow was a ship I sailed through the night
The journey home is never too long
When open arms are waiting there
The journey home is never too long
There's room to love and room to spare
I want to feel the way I did there
And think my wishes through before I wish again
The journey home is never too long
Home hopes to heal the deepest pain
The journey home is never too long
Your heart arrives before the train
Not every boat you come across is one you have to take
Now sometimes standing still can be the best move you ever make.
"The Journey Home" by Sarah Brightman