Saturday, March 08, 2003
ONE is the number of boys on my mind right now.TWO is the number of people who have asked me to marry them.
THREE is the number of pavement albums to which I know all the lyrics and riffs by heart.
FOUR is the number of emails I received from John Darnielle, of the Mountain Goats.
FIVE is the number of items of food I ate for breakfast this morning. (cookies, pizza, strawberries, honey nut cheerios, milk)
SIX is the number that is my favorite. (perfect number)
SEVEN is the number of days I held on for after RM's death.
EIGHT is the number of kilograms I would like to lose.
NINE is the number of hours I cried one Saturday listening to the same song over and over again. Nine fucking hours. Biff Bang Pow!'s She Paints.
TEN is the number that really doesn't mean anything to me.
ELEVEN is the number of babies my first hamsters had.
TWELVE is the number of people in this world, the rest are paste. (Do you get that?)
THIRTEEN is the number of years I had lived when I thought I had life all figured out.
FOURTEEN is the number of Belle and Sebastian songs which I know by heart, lyrics riffs and all eight instruments how they sound, and Belle and Sebastian are important.
FIFTEEN is the number that sounds like fifty. Fifty is important.
SIXTEEN is the number that strikes me as really really horrid because sixteen is just a bad place to be.
SEVENTEEN is the number of years that most girls who have had songs written about them have lived. (Stephine Merritt has a particular obsession with seventeen year olds.)
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