is pale_blue_eyes naked, drunk and mixing you a screwdriver in your kitchen???
didn't think so.
fucking sucks to be you.
I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed of California stars
I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight
On a bed of California stars
I'd love to feel
Your hand touching mine
And tell me why
I must keep working on
Yes I'd give my life
To lay my head tonight on a bed
of California stars
I'd like to dream
My troubles all away
On a bed of California stars
Jump up from my starbed
Make another day
Underneath my California stars
written by woody guthrie
performed by wilco
felt by me (and him)
i fall in and out of love on a daily basis. sometimes several times a day. and i wouldn't have it any other way. times like now, i get to start at the beginning all over again. his eyes on my face, his fingertips on my skin, my name in his mouth - novelties that that should have become mundane now. but they wreck me, and own me and annoy me interchangibly. i don't want to be other than aggressive, depressed and ornery. no one could MAKE me happy, even if they tried. but, he gave away living to come to the place where i died. remember the way we laughed under california stars?
a ghost was born that night.
didn't think so.
fucking sucks to be you.
I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed of California stars
I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight
On a bed of California stars
I'd love to feel
Your hand touching mine
And tell me why
I must keep working on
Yes I'd give my life
To lay my head tonight on a bed
of California stars
I'd like to dream
My troubles all away
On a bed of California stars
Jump up from my starbed
Make another day
Underneath my California stars
written by woody guthrie
performed by wilco
felt by me (and him)
i fall in and out of love on a daily basis. sometimes several times a day. and i wouldn't have it any other way. times like now, i get to start at the beginning all over again. his eyes on my face, his fingertips on my skin, my name in his mouth - novelties that that should have become mundane now. but they wreck me, and own me and annoy me interchangibly. i don't want to be other than aggressive, depressed and ornery. no one could MAKE me happy, even if they tried. but, he gave away living to come to the place where i died. remember the way we laughed under california stars?
a ghost was born that night.
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theonetheonlydc:
I lead a complicated life. I live at home with my mom, but with reason. My dad left us 4 years ago, and left my mom and 6 children with a 1/2 million dollar house payment (he was a doctor, who I always depised). Now, my mom cant make payments on the house, and pay for 5 colleges, and have money to retire. And trust me, a house this big is almost impossible to sell. So I moved home to help as much as i can. I pay as many bills I can with my paycheck just to keep her head above water. The only problem is I HATE this area witha passion. Its amish country and dont have any friends here at all. But Id never let my mom know that cause she would want to best for me, and make me leave to be happy. But never in a million years would I do that... So I stay at home, pretend to be happy, and try to help my brothers and sister through college. Lame I know, but its my life.
thedishwasher:
oh no worries hun, i definately do not get offended easily and such, nice to hear from you though, i meant to drop by your journal before and give you a formal ello and *pounce* and all, hahaha.... 
keep rockin and all 
keep rockin and all