defpony

pictures have been updated, some summer photos have been added.
went to the dickens last night for a bash it was pretty good, except i got in a bit of a tussle but i have not even a bruise this morning so im happy. life is driving me fucking crazy right now, im so excited about sparta on sunday (imagine if they played one armed scissor, or mannequin republic) but at the same time, the most exciting part has been takin away its not her fault but its still a bummer. and then my ex found out i had the extra ticket and she loves sparta so she wont stop phoning, and theres not one part of me that wants to spend time with her. and its gonna be messed up cuz everyone is going in date format, and i'm gonna be bringing a buddy, haha, i could get another date but i like this girl and it just wouldnt feel right. but i think thats a good thing. at least i know my heads working right. im just gonna get bombed with a buddy and go crazy at the concert that'll work, then hopefully saturday doesent fall through, im just wanting one more party weekend before i go back to work on monday.
well at least i can still immerse myself in bowie so much bowie lately hahaha.

I'm up on the eleventh floor
And I'm watching the cruisers below
He's down on the street
And he's trying hard
to pull sister Flo
My heart's in the basement
My weekend's at an all time low

'Cause she's hoping to score
So I can't see her
letting him go
Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat
and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that

She's an old-time ambassador
Of sweet talking, night walking games
And she's known in the darkest clubs
For pushing ahead of the dames
If she says she can do it
Then she can do it,
she don't make false claims
But she's a Queen,
and such are queens
That your laughter
is sucked in their brains
Now she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right down
But it could have been me
Yes, it could have been me
Why didn't I say,
why didn't I say, no, no, no

So I lay down a while
And I gaze at my hotel wall
Oh the cot is so cold
It don't feel like no bed at all
Yeah I lay down a while
And I gaze at my hotel wall
But he's down on the street
So I throw both his bags down the hall
And I'm phoning a cab
'Cause my stomach feels small
There's a taste in my mouth
And it's no taste at all

It could have been me
Oh yeah, it could have been me
Why didn't I say,
Why didn't I say, no, no, no