Did I mention that the burglar took the last remaining half of a pack of pain killers? No, I believe I didn't. Guess what... Because I just found out.
Note to self: Don't Drink Cognac. Ever.
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Song for today: of Montreal - The past is a grotesque animal
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wanting something warm and moving
I wasn't completely sincere with the guy at the record store when I told him about the break-in and said I just had to start over again. Like I mentioned earlier my CD collection was still intact after the crowbar people had left. But seeing that my hard drive with a slightly above average mp3 collection was missing I figured it was a proper occasion to finally buy some of those CDs I intended to get but never did. I guess his remark about my choice of albums to be the first ones in collection v.2.0 made me feel good, and, as always, feeling good is good enough for me.--
Album for today, Neutral Milk Hotel - In The Aeroplane Over The Sea
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
no need to worry
Thank you. Thank you very much. You're probably not reading this, but if you are I have a few things I'd like to share with you. You weren't always nice. Let's take it from the top.
Coming home to my flat, only to find one of the bedroom windows broken wide open was not cool. It's just not a nice thing to do. Running off with my camera and external hard drive wasn't too polite either. Photos and such don't come bundled (but I have most of them on another computer anyway, so it's no disaster).
My old phone though, heck, I'd give it to you if you had asked nicely. And I'd even let you borrow my Nintendo DS, not to mention the trusty old Gameboy Advance. And my headphones... (why would you want them anyway?)
These things, along with my flatmates' laptop computers, watches, glasses and beanie (?!) disappeared, you ran off with them, and for that I am capable of hating you, if only for a moment. But I don't. Because I believe that somewhere, deep inside your tormented soul, there's a tiny glowing light of conscience, and this is why I thank you from the bottom of my heart:
Thank you for not touching my stereo. For not laying eyes on my beloved little synthesizer. For not looking twice at my limited edition records, for not stacking my cd collection and memories from times long gone into your bag. Thank you for not ruining my sketchbook with drawings, poems and lyrics just because you could. Thank you for leaving the small things that matter, and running off with the things that don't.
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Song for today, Yeasayer - No need to worry
Coming home to my flat, only to find one of the bedroom windows broken wide open was not cool. It's just not a nice thing to do. Running off with my camera and external hard drive wasn't too polite either. Photos and such don't come bundled (but I have most of them on another computer anyway, so it's no disaster).My old phone though, heck, I'd give it to you if you had asked nicely. And I'd even let you borrow my Nintendo DS, not to mention the trusty old Gameboy Advance. And my headphones... (why would you want them anyway?)
These things, along with my flatmates' laptop computers, watches, glasses and beanie (?!) disappeared, you ran off with them, and for that I am capable of hating you, if only for a moment. But I don't. Because I believe that somewhere, deep inside your tormented soul, there's a tiny glowing light of conscience, and this is why I thank you from the bottom of my heart:
Thank you for not touching my stereo. For not laying eyes on my beloved little synthesizer. For not looking twice at my limited edition records, for not stacking my cd collection and memories from times long gone into your bag. Thank you for not ruining my sketchbook with drawings, poems and lyrics just because you could. Thank you for leaving the small things that matter, and running off with the things that don't.
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Song for today, Yeasayer - No need to worry
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