Saturday, August 16, 2003
just one of those days...

okay..I have no bra's whatso ever and it is driving me insane because there is a limited amount of clothing you can wear when you are lacking a bra. arg.......it kills me. Also I am so bored and there is nothing to do in this Goddess forsaken town untill Drakecomes home. Blah. Stupid freaking suburb from hell.

Posted at Saturday, August 16, 2003 by vinyl-faerie
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Friday, August 15, 2003
In Robes Of Sorrow

So..I'm full of excitement this morning because today I'm singing with "In Robes Of Sorrow" at the show today at the Firehouse. It's the first show since we completed the CD, so I'm looking forward to see how this turns out...hopefully my voice won't give. :-) I think It'll surprise people to see me singing with them..considering how "hardcore" they are, especially in comparison to my other bands like Rendred Delusional and Angel Venom. Yay. :-) I cannot wait.
   So yesterday for my Birthday, all my friends pretty much stood  me up during the day :-(. So I went to Saratoga with my father,so that was all good. I just wanted to get down there to check out Last Vestige..(even though I as there the day before)..and I came out of the arrangement with three new records (Mike and the mechanics,  Lou Reed, Chuck Berry) and a lovely new skirt. It looks a little like watercolor and a little like an oil spill. I love it. :-) Later that day I went back to Mike's house during the power outage. In true dork fashion, we sat around untill Drake and Dan returned home trying to figure out what to do without internet and music devices. We resorted to analyzing childrens rhymes.  Luckily, shortly after we started wearing buckets on our heads as top hats, Dan and Drake returned home from Apartment searching. We all went out to eat at the deli mart gas station and then returned home and just chilled. :-) they made my Birthday all better. It's obvious that they are my true family. Thank you guys.

Posted at Friday, August 15, 2003 by vinyl-faerie
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Thursday, August 14, 2003
*cue Beatles music* Today is my Birthday do do do do do dodo

yay. My Birthday is today. woot.

Posted at Thursday, August 14, 2003 by vinyl-faerie
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Wednesday, August 13, 2003
as if to erase my past..

Hello. Here I am..yet another xanga-convert. *waves* Quite simply put, I'm an emo, theatrical, guitar playing, manga reading,record collecting,dancing, dork. I come from a broken home, with an alcholic Mother. I spend long hours in my friends basement and playing out at local coffee houses. I'm an avid reader and am currently re-reading The Celestine Prophecy and I've also just begun Silent Spring.  If you haven't read either you should. Right now. Go. :-)

For those of you who have read both Silent Spring and The Celestine Prophecy:
 
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and my Birthday is tomorrow.:-)

 Well..now you know too much.I must kill you. Boys! *looks around* Boys!? *cricket chirps* Boys???.

Well scratch that....but still! More on me later.

signing off on her first post,

~*Laura*~

Posted at Wednesday, August 13, 2003 by vinyl-faerie
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she was hungry/so hungry/she was trying to think clear/she kept opening the fridge door/staring at the mustard and the beer/then finally she went out into the rain/carrying her bicycle chain/and her feet were the pedals/while her appetite steered/and after that she just followed her nose/and fate is not just
whose cooking smells good/but which way the wind blows/she lay down in her party dress/and never got up/needless to say she missed the party/she just got sad/then she got stuck/she was bending like something brittle/trying hard to bend/she was numb with the terror/of losing her best friend/we never see things changing/we only see them ending/and some vicious whispering voice kept saying/you have no choice/'cause when I look at you I squint/you are that beautiful/and my pussy is a tractor/and this is a tractor pull/and I am haunted/by my illicit exquisite dream/but I can't really wake up/so I just drift in between/thinking the glass is half-empty/and thinking it's not quite full
the pouring rain is no place for a bicycle ride/try to hit the brakes and you slide
slide/slide/slide

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