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9:46 a.m. ~ 2003-11-08
i called my mom last night and she said "sweetie, you dont need someone who's more fleeting than fall" "hey that dude just waved at me" "he didnt wave at you tom, he gave you the finger now sit down" ::another voice:: "hey jack frost, you wanna close the window up there?" ::tom again:: "he gave me the finger? well hes an asshole and so are you" the irony is that if tom does not call you an asshole upon meeting you, he does not like you the other girls rode in another car on the way home, they chose wisely. we met tom and other work related/local band member people at the show and spent the second half of the night with them. the first half was a three word exchange with christian, a brief conversation with his roomate, 6 beers, and getting absolutely freaked out because there was a bug of mammoth preportions sitting way way too close to where i was perched at the bar. after seeing that, we moved to the other side of the floor and thats where we met the coworkers, current and past. my friend sue and her boyfriend were there and it seems that everywhere we have been, they've shown up as well. i thought it and she said it. they were at the halloween party too, he was the gorilla and...i think she was something bloody, like a patient whose surgery went wrong. the show was fun, a halloween theme with band members dressed up, i think it was the lead singer from reggie wearing a bunny outfit like something out of donnie darko. and alkaline was great even though they did not play sleepyhead, my signature scent. they did however, play radio, i thought of the radio i received last christmas as a gift and winced and smiled at the same time. once the show let out we hung out a little bit outside so post concert plans could be made. (burrito bar, i cancelled out of that one. the jack frost comment was the last one i heard with my eyes open) i caught eyes with christian on 53rd street and turned. diving in this river, and im fishing out my heart. and im never gonna let you get your hands on this again so that ::wipes hands:: is that.
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