little early to be planning my exact thoughts on sunday, right? though i can't help but want to wollow in self pitty, and yet at the same time i feel great. really great. suprisingly. but it's like a high, it has to end sooner or later so i think i'll be taking things into my own hands and cutting it short myself insted of waiting for it to cop out when i need it. this must be it welcome to the new year the drinks were consumed the plants were destroyed and the hors d'oeuvres dismantled i'm not smiling behind this fake veneer i am often interrupted or completely ignored but most of all i'm bored i'm trying to find out if my words have any meaning lackluster and full of contempt when it always ends the same why won't she listen to me why did i come oh why did i come here these humans all suck i'd rather be home feeling violent and lonely i'm not trying to sound so insincere but the postcard that's taped to the freezer reads "wish you were here" how i wish i could disappear i'm trying to find out if my words have any meaning lackluster and full of contempt and it always ends the same heads up damage control there's a ring around her finger last chance for changing lanes and you missed it by a mile why won't you listen to me this must be it welcome to the new year well maybe not exactly that, but i'm thinking of sitting around at gage park feeling sorry for myself when suddenly little stalker boy [who isn't all that bad, actually's pretty cool.] appears out of no where. won't talk to me because he just dosn't really talk that much in person. though that may be my fault. but still... man. ha. funny how i've practically taken '********' out of my vocabulary by replacing it with 'man'. anyway, the past is cool, but gone [and welcomly so]. don't get me wrong, it was great while it lasted, but you really do have to move on.. other wise you end up an alchohlic house wife with a husband she never sees and kids who hate her. but yeah, i mean i no one's where they are without having where they've been. i like where i've been. i like where i am too. and i'll probably like where i'm going. like yesterday, didn't know i was going to the movies, and i didn't know i was seeing a slasher flick, but it was good. especially the part where the chick slipped in a huge pile of blood and i was all "aids". or when the guy got impailed on a christmas tree. or the guy made christmas cookies out of his mother's flesh. or when that little kid came up and started hitting on kourtnie.
but back to new years. actually, not back. it hasn't happened yet... and this entry lost all intrest. so i'll stop typing so you can stop reading, deal?
.!conoclast. · Sat Dec 30, 2006 @ 03:28am · 3 Comments |