Do you feel the way you hate. Do you hate the way you feel. Always closest to the flame. Ever closer to the blade. I am poison crazy lush. Built these hands to lift me up. We are servants of our formulaic ways. I'm screaming daisies from 14 miles away. I've got my own time. Got it all today. Bush.

- Saturday, January 29, 2000 / 08:55 p.m.

Run to the water, and find me there, burnt to the core but not broken, we'll cut through the madness of these streets below the moon, with a nuclear fire of love in our hearts. Live.

- Saturday, January 29, 2000 / 08:46 p.m.

So fuck you and your untouchable face. Fuck you for existing in the first place. And who am I. That I should be dying for your touch. Who am I? I bet you can't even tell me that much. Ani Difranco.

- Thursday, January 27, 2000 / 08:18 p.m.

I don't want to live on someday when my motto is last week. I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart and its wounded beat. Alanis Morisette.

- Thursday, January 27, 2000 / 05:01 p.m.

Tangled up in your embrace there's nothing I'd like better than to fall. But I fear I have nothing to give. Wind in time rapes the flower trembling on the vine and nothing yields to shelter from above. Sarah McLachlan.

- Thursday, January 27, 2000 / 04:16 p.m.