Below are the 3 most recent journal entries recorded in sammytruth's LiveJournal:

Monday, February 7th, 2005
5:07 pm	upset I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? Well it goes like this : The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Well your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrough ya She tied you to her kitchen chair She broke your throne and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah Baby I've been here before I've seen this room and I've walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew ya I've seen your flag on the marble arch But love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah There was a time when you let me know What's really going on below But now you never show that to me do ya But remember when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving too And every breath we drew was Hallelujah Well, maybe there's a God above But all I've ever learned from love Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya It's not a cry that you hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 1st, 2005
8:57 pm	Cristina was in Fla, so I had another weekend to myself. Helping matters was the fact that I got my Federal Tax Refund direct deposited on Friday. That's right, mother-f'ers, I filed over the phone the first day you could. I want that money! Since we're moving in a month, I can't blow it, 'cause I'll need it to move, but after it's all said and done, it'll still be there around March. Still had a little situation left from last weekend, had Ben and Drew over Friday night to take care of that and drink beer/smoke/blast records. It was even more fun than I anticipated, even more so when Jimmy arrived later. It was just about as close to the Cambridge days as I've gotten, except of course that Z wasn't there. It makes me think, so many of my favorite friends from this city have left. Hinkle, Ross, now Z, and plenty of others too. That shakes me every once and a while. Saturday I had big plans for myself, but I ended up doing jack shit. I just wanted to relax, so relax I did. Until the fucking real estate agent began letting himself in to my apartment while I was sleeping on the couch that afternoon. I was all "Don't you call?" and he says "Oh! I - uh- I don't think we have your number." Fucking asshole. Then tells the people he's showing it to "Go ahead, go in the rooms, check out the closet space!" meanwhile, they're all tracking their wet snow boots thru my apartment. Dick face. That night, I wasn't interested in going to a show, or a bar, or getting drinks or carrying on at all, I just wanted to go out to eat w/ some friends, which I did. Met Ben, Drew and Christine for dinner, and it was fun, and afterwards I went home, read, and went to sleep early. Woke up Sunday, got fried, and kinda cleaned up a little in preparation for Cristina's return. Then walked over to Mr Music to see if I couldn't find a little something to spend a little money on. Found an AWESOME acoustic guitar, it's BLACK. Cheap too, got that and brought it home and recorded two songs with it. Acoustic guitars are just so playable. Cristina came home soon after that, and we ate, watched "The Greatest Show on Earth", and went to bed early. Oh yeah, I'm glad Russ dug out that Richard Pryor record "Supernigger" last weekend, b/c I played it about 9 times this weekend. It's way better than I remembered. (Comment on this)
Saturday, January 29th, 2005
6:30 pm	i begin again! yes, will be going back on the South Beach Diet. no, do not think am ghastly fat - but do think am ridiculously tempted where carbs are concerned. this is where all goes to shit. today, for instance, was stuck inside due to snow, bad roads, etc and feasted upon cornbread, homemade mac and cheese (am after all bombass cook), snow peas - then had three pieces onion pizza from Domino's (also cinnamon breadsticks) with Amy and Dino. was horribly full. icky. feel rather disgusting in fact. cannot, absolutely cannot go to bed until feeling has subsided. felt very good on South Beach Diet. extremely. perhaps some will wonder if Mia is once again rearing her beautifully evil head. have also wondered that over past week as have increasingly considered possibility of going back on the diet. is matter of control - all ED's are - and cannot control self. it's horrible. am prisoner. just went into refrigerator and threw out pan of mac and cheese, leftover pizza - tomorrow will have to give other carb-ridden items to family and friends. am not able to do something unless is completely neurotic, full-fledged, etc - do not give self much structure in other parts of life - need to do this for own peace of mind. to doubters, cynics, and critics out there who believe will now be stuffing face full of bacon think again - will stay as lacto-ovo vegetarian and eat mostly eggs, veggies, cheese, and nuts. ahhh yes, hello peanuts. have spent most of today engrossed in latest issue of VOGUE (featuring Melania Knauss Trump in Dior on cover), and am increasingly aware of intense respect that is within for all sorts of haute couture. want the body that can wear it and wear it well. no, am not tall, but am small - do not need any sort of excess fat hurting chances of being breathtaking in beautiful clothes. so perhaps Mia is back. was she ever really gone? must give self structure. must control at least this one part of life. (Comment on this)