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life marches on
Jul. 22nd, 2003 01:26 amI hate getting sweaty palms for no reason. Bah.
I'm trying to decide if I really like the whole song, or just the chorus of it. What Are We Fighting For - Live. Good stuff, chorus wise. ain't nothing more godless than a war. Which is, incidently, not part of the chorus. Mainly just sing the title over and over and you have the chorus. Still... I like. Live albums are always a puzzle to crack for me. I don't think I've ever fallen in love on first listen [unlike Our Lady Peace which is almost always love at first listen] to one of their albums. But still I listen on and sometime between the fourth and fifth listen [and six story ideas later] I realize the album has made my special list.
God. I'm craving nachos like mad right now. Which is of course not going to happen because the only chips we have are cool ranch doritos. Yuck. Still, I can practically taste the clog your arteries cheese. *weep* This only happens when I decide I will not crumble to the midnight snacking. I will be good. And of course that resolve flies right out the damn window at 1am [because I'm never hungry at midnight] when I get hungry.
This isn't helped by my brother finally rousing himself from his drunken stupor/crack den and eating everything in sight around 1am. So even if I wasn't hungry before, I am now. I guess I could just walk by the crack den [where no crack is actually done to my knowledge] and inhale. Huge headache and a desire to burn my nose off and never use it again, yes. Hunger, no.
Massive amounts of pepsi later and I'm good. Luckily massive in this case just means 1/4th of my already open bottle. itty bitty.
I'm trying to decide if I really like the whole song, or just the chorus of it. What Are We Fighting For - Live. Good stuff, chorus wise. ain't nothing more godless than a war. Which is, incidently, not part of the chorus. Mainly just sing the title over and over and you have the chorus. Still... I like. Live albums are always a puzzle to crack for me. I don't think I've ever fallen in love on first listen [unlike Our Lady Peace which is almost always love at first listen] to one of their albums. But still I listen on and sometime between the fourth and fifth listen [and six story ideas later] I realize the album has made my special list.
God. I'm craving nachos like mad right now. Which is of course not going to happen because the only chips we have are cool ranch doritos. Yuck. Still, I can practically taste the clog your arteries cheese. *weep* This only happens when I decide I will not crumble to the midnight snacking. I will be good. And of course that resolve flies right out the damn window at 1am [because I'm never hungry at midnight] when I get hungry.
This isn't helped by my brother finally rousing himself from his drunken stupor/crack den and eating everything in sight around 1am. So even if I wasn't hungry before, I am now. I guess I could just walk by the crack den [where no crack is actually done to my knowledge] and inhale. Huge headache and a desire to burn my nose off and never use it again, yes. Hunger, no.
Massive amounts of pepsi later and I'm good. Luckily massive in this case just means 1/4th of my already open bottle. itty bitty.
