I've been walking you into those lamposts again. I'd rather do that then let go of your hand.

2005-10-30 at 2:11 p.m.

I'm not going to lock my diary because there's too many administrative details and really, what's the point.

I got a lovely package from Road Records Dublin today. The new Bell x1 cd (very clever) and The Frames' 'For the Birds' on vinyl. It is beautiful. The handwritten liner notes, the mission statement, those brown crosses. I didn't want to open it but within two minutes I was in the kitchen for a knife to cut that plastic open.

I don't know if it was just biology working against me, that sensitive time and all, but my god Grey's Anatomy. Tears. "You can't just abandon her!" More tears.

I am fully addicted to zippyvideos.com so here's some of Josh Ritter.

Him + Kathleen Edwards = love, marriage, baby carriage, etc (we'll ignore the fact that she's married for now):

And 'Song For the Fireflies'. Him practicing the chords before he plays them leaves me sighing and clutching my heart per usual:

And what's with all these 2/10 ratings by all these people from the Frames message board that I don't even know. I'd like to see your videos. Oh, you don't have any.

Oh yeah and Frames boy hasn't emailed me back in about five days. Emailing me every ten minutes for twelve hours, asking all the important questions and then completely ignoring me all of a sudden? Boys are stupid.

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