Fuck you, get out of my face.
White trash straight from outer space.
Kick the shit right out of you,
Leave you in my rear view.
I've told you once before, you're gonna piss me off.
But after tonight, the world's gonna know my name,
Then they'll call me...
Mr. Motherfucker.
actually, tonight will probably be extremely uneventful. i'll go to work, then i'll come home, check my (empty) email box, and then play Full Spectrum Warrior. maybe i'll go buy some wrenches at target.
i was playing with my Korg yesterday, and i realized that i don't really like flange. but maybe i'm just being difficult.
i've been listening to The Cars for almost 2 days. i have their shit on vinyl. you can't diss the cars, man. and i swear, the next time i say "i love the cars" and someone starts singing fucking gary numan, i'm going to stab a motherfucker. don't get me wrong, i love gary numan (my brother shares his birthday), but still. he's not the cars. the cars aren't him.
my mallory heart is sure to fail...
i swear, if my tori print doesn't come in the mail tomorrow, someone's head is getting busted. and my harry potter pin. why does the damn mail take so long?
sigh. i need more friends. somewhere to go. everyone i know is always busy with their respective other, or just doesn't ever call me back. maybe i just need a respective other.
or some pineapple. mmm....
oh, at work, we got a nintendo promo box. since the old NES games came out on the game boy advance, they'e NES promo shirts. we got ones for, like, ice climbers and donkey kong. of course the manager wanted the damn excitebike one. i was pissed. but i got the zelda one. i felt hardcore. well, for about 6 seconds. then i realized that this shirt was not going to really do anything for me, as wearing it is like a dork flag. but then again, what the fuck do i care? last real date i went on (ah...2002...where've you been?) i took m'lady to the museum of medical oddities. so whatever. go dorks.
-K
White trash straight from outer space.
Kick the shit right out of you,
Leave you in my rear view.
I've told you once before, you're gonna piss me off.
But after tonight, the world's gonna know my name,
Then they'll call me...
Mr. Motherfucker.
actually, tonight will probably be extremely uneventful. i'll go to work, then i'll come home, check my (empty) email box, and then play Full Spectrum Warrior. maybe i'll go buy some wrenches at target.
i was playing with my Korg yesterday, and i realized that i don't really like flange. but maybe i'm just being difficult.
i've been listening to The Cars for almost 2 days. i have their shit on vinyl. you can't diss the cars, man. and i swear, the next time i say "i love the cars" and someone starts singing fucking gary numan, i'm going to stab a motherfucker. don't get me wrong, i love gary numan (my brother shares his birthday), but still. he's not the cars. the cars aren't him.
my mallory heart is sure to fail...
i swear, if my tori print doesn't come in the mail tomorrow, someone's head is getting busted. and my harry potter pin. why does the damn mail take so long?
sigh. i need more friends. somewhere to go. everyone i know is always busy with their respective other, or just doesn't ever call me back. maybe i just need a respective other.
or some pineapple. mmm....
oh, at work, we got a nintendo promo box. since the old NES games came out on the game boy advance, they'e NES promo shirts. we got ones for, like, ice climbers and donkey kong. of course the manager wanted the damn excitebike one. i was pissed. but i got the zelda one. i felt hardcore. well, for about 6 seconds. then i realized that this shirt was not going to really do anything for me, as wearing it is like a dork flag. but then again, what the fuck do i care? last real date i went on (ah...2002...where've you been?) i took m'lady to the museum of medical oddities. so whatever. go dorks.
-K