Life's been insane lately...
I feel like it's been nothing but stressful and irritating for the most part. So much crap has happened, and I just feel like I'm drowning in it. I dunno, there are little breaths here and there, but overall, meh.
... For anyone who isn't aware, although the only two people who may read this are, my car's gone aswell as...
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I feel like it's been nothing but stressful and irritating for the most part. So much crap has happened, and I just feel like I'm drowning in it. I dunno, there are little breaths here and there, but overall, meh.
... For anyone who isn't aware, although the only two people who may read this are, my car's gone aswell as...
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deadgirl66:
no pictures of this ink?! everyone must see! 
deadgirl66:
m to the o to the hawk!
I gotta rant here. I really hate it when there's anything I do in life, or anyone else does in life and I see non-constructive criticism of it. This doesn't solely lie on the arts or anything of that sort... Its anything, how the fence is being built, where you're hanging a picture or putting a piece of furniture, how a person's running the country,...
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deadgirl66:
I am so calling you after work.
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deadgirl66:
you are a dork.
deadgirl66:
sharkbate you were at the eve 6 show with Stage.. you were the one who told me it was there last show..
Adventures are so on for Friday!
xoxo
Adventures are so on for Friday!
xoxo
deadgirl66:
man my hair looks long..
I've decided I want testimonials... Who wants to write me one? Anyone? Anyone?
...Bueller? Bueller?
...Bueller? Bueller?
It's so very tempting to post it once again here... but since I've already posted it in two other places, I just wrote a list of 100 things to do before I die. If you're interested, check it out on the myspace.
I talk a lot. Usually after I'm done talking, I think about what I've said. Then I find that I should follow my own advice more often.
...I talk too much sometimes.
...I talk too much sometimes.
deadgirl66:
I talk too much too, don't worry.
Things don't always go as expected. In fact, more often than not, they go completely as unexpected.
Tonight was bittersweet. I had plans to go play with Angie, but on the way there my car decided to take a shit on me. So, after about an hour or two of getting that taken care of, plans continued... It depresses me when things happen to my...
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Tonight was bittersweet. I had plans to go play with Angie, but on the way there my car decided to take a shit on me. So, after about an hour or two of getting that taken care of, plans continued... It depresses me when things happen to my...
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deadgirl66:
*laughs* I am guessing you watched SLC Punk!
Because I want to be a cowboy.
xoxo
Because I want to be a cowboy.
xoxo
So, my friends freaking rock.
I just thought I'd say that..
Also, I'm thinking I might sell my car and get a VW Rabbit or Fox... Time to start the search to see what I can find.
I just thought I'd say that..
Also, I'm thinking I might sell my car and get a VW Rabbit or Fox... Time to start the search to see what I can find.
deadgirl66:
Yes, I rock like the stone age.. but only because I give you the bodeans.
Song of the Week/Day.
Primitive Radio Gods
"Standing Outside a Broken Phonebooth with Money in My Hand"
I've been downhearted baby,
I've been downhearted baby,
Ever since the day we met.
Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep
Moonlight spills on comic books
And superstars in magazines
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off from Baltimore
And...
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Primitive Radio Gods
"Standing Outside a Broken Phonebooth with Money in My Hand"
I've been downhearted baby,
I've been downhearted baby,
Ever since the day we met.
Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep
Moonlight spills on comic books
And superstars in magazines
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off from Baltimore
And...
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deadgirl66:
There's an angel on the stairs
(as if you'd even care)
When the lights go up,
and the sun has nearly gone down.
Did you see him on the street?
Did you pass him at your feet?
Did you think aloud,"how dare they
even look me in the eye'?
And he loves the girls.
And he loves the boys.
Going to make twenty dollars
before the weekends over.
So set him up,
Let him fall.
Turn him over in your hands.
God save the King of New Orleans.
Got a ticket to a show.
Going to see him take a blow.
When the drunk one said,
"Cat Sssstevens was the greatest singer!"
And did you kick him in the head?
Did you see the blood run down? Did you laugh at all when the
people walked right by and said aloud,
"You gutter punks are all the same.
"Probably make twenty dollars 'fore the weekends over."?
So set him up,
Then let him fall.
Turn him over in your hands.
God save the King of New Orleans.
Radio in my head.
Radio in that car.
Going down again,
he's going down again....
Anyway you look, anyway you talk it over.
It's easier to let it slip out of your mind.
But it rips your heart out.
Then it kicks your head in.
Just give him one more chance,
try to see the beauty in his world.
All the way in on my hands, in on my feet,
and shoulders. Going to make twenty dollars
before the weekends over.
So set him up,
Then let him fall.
Turn him over in your hands.
God save the King of New Orleans.
(as if you'd even care)
When the lights go up,
and the sun has nearly gone down.
Did you see him on the street?
Did you pass him at your feet?
Did you think aloud,"how dare they
even look me in the eye'?
And he loves the girls.
And he loves the boys.
Going to make twenty dollars
before the weekends over.
So set him up,
Let him fall.
Turn him over in your hands.
God save the King of New Orleans.
Got a ticket to a show.
Going to see him take a blow.
When the drunk one said,
"Cat Sssstevens was the greatest singer!"
And did you kick him in the head?
Did you see the blood run down? Did you laugh at all when the
people walked right by and said aloud,
"You gutter punks are all the same.
"Probably make twenty dollars 'fore the weekends over."?
So set him up,
Then let him fall.
Turn him over in your hands.
God save the King of New Orleans.
Radio in my head.
Radio in that car.
Going down again,
he's going down again....
Anyway you look, anyway you talk it over.
It's easier to let it slip out of your mind.
But it rips your heart out.
Then it kicks your head in.
Just give him one more chance,
try to see the beauty in his world.
All the way in on my hands, in on my feet,
and shoulders. Going to make twenty dollars
before the weekends over.
So set him up,
Then let him fall.
Turn him over in your hands.
God save the King of New Orleans.