that time i mentioned i was moving
and you said you'd help me move
i almost went out and bought some shit
so i'd need your help to move
cause i got a crush on you
remember that Halloween when i went as Jimmy Dean
you were a princess, or a gypsy, or whatever
i was James Dean
i had a crush on you
i get a yes, a no, a maybe
from the magic 8 ball of your mind
i saw your mom's Camaro
dammit girl you lookin fine
and i got a crush on you
day in, day out, same routine
you better know what you think before you say what you mean
same old, same old, season after season
baby you're the kind of thing i do without reason
the sky's an 80 ft. mirror
with a fancy bevelled edge
couldn't make it any clearer
i'm alone on this ledge
just me and my crush on you
teen-age hair-dos, bad leather
mom's apartment, ethyl cans
i wa-wa-wa-wa-wanna
take you to the dance
cause i got a crush on you
well i'm a sixteen year old hitler
with a troubled lovesick mind
do you get the picture
i am of the dangerous kind
when i got this crush on you
some girls make me reach for the bottle
some girls make me reach for the sky
you've got me reaching in every direction for
just one good reason why
i gotta have this crush on you
that time i mentioned i was moving
and you said you'd help me move
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I've become very routine lately. Wake up around 3 pm. and on most days I have to work at 4... so I go there. Sit around work and read and screw off until close (midnight on weekdays and 1 am on weekends). Come home. Eat something. Watch a movie I've taped on TCM. Play pool on my new pool table (fuckin a). Check emails. Text my crush. Type something. Sleep. Yeah, that's almost everynight. Everyonce in awhile I'll have company. Very boring, I know. But I'm very happy with it. Well. Not the working part. That blows. But the rest is nice.
I have written something on my typewriter everynight this year so far. And I will keep this up for the rest of the year. Hopefully it gives me the practice I need to eventually write a story of some kind.
I finished Bukowski's Notes of a Dirty Old Man. Amazing. I suggest everyone read it. Now I'm almost done with Siddhartha by Herman Hesse. Also very good. I'm not sure what I'll be reading next. Any suggestions?
I don't think I'm alone when I say I'd like to see more and more planets fall under the ruthless domination of our solar system.
and you said you'd help me move
i almost went out and bought some shit
so i'd need your help to move
cause i got a crush on you
remember that Halloween when i went as Jimmy Dean
you were a princess, or a gypsy, or whatever
i was James Dean
i had a crush on you
i get a yes, a no, a maybe
from the magic 8 ball of your mind
i saw your mom's Camaro
dammit girl you lookin fine
and i got a crush on you
day in, day out, same routine
you better know what you think before you say what you mean
same old, same old, season after season
baby you're the kind of thing i do without reason
the sky's an 80 ft. mirror
with a fancy bevelled edge
couldn't make it any clearer
i'm alone on this ledge
just me and my crush on you
teen-age hair-dos, bad leather
mom's apartment, ethyl cans
i wa-wa-wa-wa-wanna
take you to the dance
cause i got a crush on you
well i'm a sixteen year old hitler
with a troubled lovesick mind
do you get the picture
i am of the dangerous kind
when i got this crush on you
some girls make me reach for the bottle
some girls make me reach for the sky
you've got me reaching in every direction for
just one good reason why
i gotta have this crush on you
that time i mentioned i was moving
and you said you'd help me move
[Start actual entry here]
I've become very routine lately. Wake up around 3 pm. and on most days I have to work at 4... so I go there. Sit around work and read and screw off until close (midnight on weekdays and 1 am on weekends). Come home. Eat something. Watch a movie I've taped on TCM. Play pool on my new pool table (fuckin a). Check emails. Text my crush. Type something. Sleep. Yeah, that's almost everynight. Everyonce in awhile I'll have company. Very boring, I know. But I'm very happy with it. Well. Not the working part. That blows. But the rest is nice.
I have written something on my typewriter everynight this year so far. And I will keep this up for the rest of the year. Hopefully it gives me the practice I need to eventually write a story of some kind.
I finished Bukowski's Notes of a Dirty Old Man. Amazing. I suggest everyone read it. Now I'm almost done with Siddhartha by Herman Hesse. Also very good. I'm not sure what I'll be reading next. Any suggestions?
I don't think I'm alone when I say I'd like to see more and more planets fall under the ruthless domination of our solar system.
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Siddhartha is one of my favorites, though I've only read a couple short stories by Bukowski. I really enjoyed what I read. I should probably try reading more of his poetry, but my life is overrun with text books right now...