I lost my One Fell Swoop cd. I lost my One Fell Swoop cd. I lost my One Fell Swoop cd. *whines*

*talking really fast* (Also, *typing really fast*.) I don't know how I could have lost it. I mean, there's only one place I keep all my cds in - my underwear drawer. I know. It's weird. But let's not talk about that now. The point is, I lost my One Fell Swoop cd.

How could I have lost it? It's One Fell Swoop. The incredible return of The Spill Canvas. It is the very reason I kept listening to indie rock (On the Strength of All Convinced was the reason I started.). And it's a cd. I take care of my cds. Like, if my house was burning, I'd save all my music related stuff before I start saving people in the house. Okay, no I won't. But then I'd be crying in the ruins for all the cds and music sheets and... *sobs* It's a cd. I can't believe I lost it. *sobs* It's The Spill Canvas. It's One Fell Swoop. *sobs*

Nobody even buys cds anymore. You know, people just download their shit from the internet. Illegally, might I add. You know, because that's just the kind of disrespectful thing that people are inclined to do nowadays. They just don't take pride in the kind of hardwork that artists put into making an album, even an EP, that they can't even spend a couple of dollars to buy a goddamn cd.

*takes a deep breath* But I digress.

I have lost my One Fell Swoop cd. I have spent majority of the day looking all over the house for it. It's nowhere. And it's not even supposed to be anywhere BUT my underwear drawer because that's where I keep it. My The Everglow is there. My Notes and Photographs is there. My Sunsets and Carcrashes is there. My On the Strength of All Convinced is there. Everything else is there. *sobs* Where the hell is it?

I can't just buy a new one. It's like a husband or a best friend - you find the one, THE ONE, that fits you and you never ever let go.

*sobs* And then there's the fact that they (The Spill Canvas) have an EP coming out next week that nobody told me about. I didn't know! Goddamit. If I wasn't looking up a new One Fell Swoop cd in Amazon (Reality is too cruel. That part of my collection must be replaced, however impossible that may seem to me now.), I wouldn't have found out. *sobs*

Then again, I'm afraid to buy Denial Feels So Good. This is not a One Eleven release. This one's under Warner Bros. which is like saying The Spill Canvas is going mainstream so the boys have to make a few tweaks in their music here and there. It'll still be the same material, but there will be new ones too. You know, until all of the old material's gone and all that's left is sucky mainstream nonsense like what happened to Evanescence. *sobs* God. And don't tell me it's not happening. Oh, it's happening. The first track is proof of that. Staplegunned [Remix] my ass. More like Let's remember the old days with this track and move on with our sucky, kid-friendly mainstream material. Why does Staplegunned have to remixed anyway, huh? It was perfectly alright the way it was. You know, until the sucky people of Warner Bros. decided that it might be a little too much for their beloved mainstream zombies. *screams* Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Why does everything I love have to just... ugh. *throws a terrible tantrum*

My world is falling apart. My world is falling apart. My world is falling apart.

(I was once told by a friend that people with autism tend to repeat things that they say. But you know what? The prospect of living in your own world seems so grand.)

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kitten posted @ 11:28 PM