People piss me off to no end recently. Not everyone... just certain people. I'm so sick of people I know taking advantage of me and such. My personal favorite is my "best friends" only coming around when it's conivienent for them. Fuck that...
I can't wait to get out of this place. I'm bummed that I'm not going back to Seattle in the near future but with slight influence from new friends (hmm... I wonder who you could be...
) I'm reconsidering Louisville.
Sorry for a short blog... and with no pic's (*GASP*), as some of you know (and those of you who havent seen, you should check out... it's got valuable info if you ever road trip with me) that was the last post...
With that... I leave you with a song that makes me very happy at the moment... a gold star to you if you guess the artist...
I picked you out
Of a crowd and talked to you
Said I liked your shoes
You said thanks can I follow you?
So it's up the stairs
And out of view
No prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name you asked the time
Now it's two o'clock,
the club is closed we're up the block
Your hands on me
I'm pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth
Trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know
Who else may have been you before
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet me here but I'm not sure
I got the money if you got the time
You said it feels good I said I'll give it a try
Then my mind went dark
We both forgot where your car was parked
Let's just take the train
I'll meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors with bad habits
Some sad singers
They just play tragic
And the phone's ringing
And the van's leaving
Let's just keep touching
Let's just keep keep singing
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where's the kid with the chemicals
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
But you but you
You write such pretty words
But life's no story book
Love's an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt
"Do you like to hurt?"
"I do! I do!"
"Then hurt me."
I can't wait to get out of this place. I'm bummed that I'm not going back to Seattle in the near future but with slight influence from new friends (hmm... I wonder who you could be...
) I'm reconsidering Louisville.
Sorry for a short blog... and with no pic's (*GASP*), as some of you know (and those of you who havent seen, you should check out... it's got valuable info if you ever road trip with me) that was the last post...
With that... I leave you with a song that makes me very happy at the moment... a gold star to you if you guess the artist...
I picked you out
Of a crowd and talked to you
Said I liked your shoes
You said thanks can I follow you?
So it's up the stairs
And out of view
No prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name you asked the time
Now it's two o'clock,
the club is closed we're up the block
Your hands on me
I'm pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth
Trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know
Who else may have been you before
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet me here but I'm not sure
I got the money if you got the time
You said it feels good I said I'll give it a try
Then my mind went dark
We both forgot where your car was parked
Let's just take the train
I'll meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors with bad habits
Some sad singers
They just play tragic
And the phone's ringing
And the van's leaving
Let's just keep touching
Let's just keep keep singing
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where's the kid with the chemicals
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
But you but you
You write such pretty words
But life's no story book
Love's an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt
"Do you like to hurt?"
"I do! I do!"
"Then hurt me."
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Pretty much ever friend I have ever had has been that way, with exception of one or two. But I think people are the same everywhere, I have known people from all over the world and they all have been the same way.
Are you going to come on Friday?