Remember when Death Cab for Cutie was band of the week on MTV after Narrow Stairs was released? Needless to say, I stayed up all hours of the night to watch MTV and make sure I didn’t miss any segments.
I kinda just investigated my myspace and found my blogs. While searching my pre-teen memories I found a “Facts about Skyy”. The fact that I actually once thought it was cool to spell my name with two “y”s already had me cringing. I did find some pretty funny facts about the Sky of four years ago.
-I hate ice cream, pop corn, and popcicles. (Still true)
-No one can ever draw “caractures” of me because my face is “too proportioned”. (Still true)
-I hate cats with an obscene passion. (I can’t handle the fact that I once felt this way…waaaah)
-I remember everything in vivid detail but I can never seem to remember how to make coffee. (Four years later, Sky becomes a barista)
-I’m especially to shy to call operators and such for food deliver, technical help, whatever seems to be the problem. (I actually just reiterated this to a coworker today after we played “Nose-goes” to answer the phone)
-I constantly have 1,398 things stacked on every surface I own.
-I actually love the smell of vinegar.
I was such a douche. Who am I kidding, I’m still a douche.
I’m lucky to work with such wonderful people.
Meet Iron Man: He bleeds lemon pledge and will frequently sneak mop attacks. He also has leprosy and is freshly off his purrrd. He’s addicted to esplenda and can be caught sipping viles of patchouli. Over all….he is a terrific person to be around.
STOP IT.
NO I DON’T.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!
We’re both sleeping very well tonight.
Yehudah and his Art
so inspiring, I love this man
Song of the Night: “Like Lions Do-Right Away, Great Captain”
i’ve been throwing up over this ledge for the last 7 weeks
and you’ve been throwing history to hell
i’ve been writing almost everyday that i’ve been gone
do you still remember how my beard once felt
i’ve been eating seaweed from a whale named emily
she could swallow me, or help swallow my pride
we wade under the tow like diamonds
we wade under the tow like diamonds
i’ve been watching you look at a locket from your mother
or perhaps its from a girl you don’t speak of
do you miss her when your sleeping
do you find it hard to eat when
everything reminds you of her stilly ghost
so to captains of my captain how can i become i captain
get the strength i need to pull this one around
i will wait under the tow like lions
i will wait under the tow like lions
like lions do.
oh my god, what am i doing here?
and i walk this ship of golden brown
you sit back covered up sounds
that don’t come from my lips
you know they don’t come from my lips
and you can try to break the silence
while you making love with violence
to my flesh and blood a traitor
oh my flesh and blood are traitors to you now
Farah Victoria Marsh, best friend ever…….look at these gems she got me for graduation.
No, your eyes are not fooling you….those are batman plugs and a Starbucks necklace.
