Currently Listening Till the Sun Turns Black By Ray LaMontagne Empty see related

And of these cut-throat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings, I have grown weary.
If though my cracked and dusted dime-store lips
I spoke these words out loud, would no one hear me?
Lay your blouse across the chair
Let fall the flowers from your hair
And kiss me with that country mouth, so plain.
Outside, the rain is tapping on the leaves,
To me it sounds like they're applauding us, the quiet love we made.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.

Today I got a hair cut and my mom bought me earrings. That's spells "good day" to me.

Happy Thanksgiving everybody.

Mom and Clayton got in an argument right before dinner started.
I also realized that we have Thanksgiving really early...we eat around 1 or 2. I thought that's what everybody did...I was wrong.

Please, remember me
At Halloween
Making fools of all the neighbors
Our faces painted white
By midnight
We'd forgotten one another
And when the morning came
I was ashamed
Only now it seems so silly

Hey that new Brand New CD comes out tomorrow. Yeah I still like them, so what?

Ahhh I hate when my mom puts a guilt trip on me.

Going to see the Prestige tonight!