October 22, 2003
Goodbye
At some point in almost any given day, I'm either whistling, humming, or singing an Elliott Smith song. It's cliche, but I feel like I've lost a friend.
Update: It was probably a suicide.
Posted by cradle at October 22, 2003 10:12 AMI'm going to contribute another cliche. Elliott Smith played a vital role during a very rough period of my life (involving a girl--what else?).
He will be missed.
Posted by: Dan at October 22, 2003 11:18 AMGirls are nothin' but trouble, Dan, nothin' but trouble. They'll live you and leave you... ::long drag on candy cig:: Love you and leave you.... ::exhale::
Also: David - you should stick to humming. ;)
Posted by: Brooke at October 22, 2003 8:10 PMI know this, Brooke. That's why I'm going to become a Jewish monk.
Posted by: Dan at October 23, 2003 9:17 AMAh, but that doesn't worry either. You can live with 'em, but you can't live without 'em either. (At least, that's what we evil women bank on.)
Posted by: Brooke at October 23, 2003 9:26 AMworry = work. I don't think it was a freudian slip as much as being awake at 9 am consistently for months.
Posted by: Brooke at October 23, 2003 5:22 PM