seiri, seiton, seiso, seiketsu, shitsuke...
...and this was pretty much how my saturday was spent...tossing out crap from the past...old wine bottles i saved from ex-lovers that came and went...boxes of oatmeal, the pouch kind, that expired in 2007 because i've been on a non-breakfast diet for the past five years, as i only do one meal a day, because eating makes me tired...and food is over-rated anywho...sadly enough, i like cooking...it's like painting walls, clearing dust and taking walks...that type of talk always tended to make my ex-girl friends nervous because none of them really liked to do any of that shit in the first place...always dug the messy type.
...so this basement goes next, though it has me bleeding left and right...the crap vinyl has gotta go, as one my ex's let it out that i had a turn-table...i inherited all of these boxes of records from people all around...crap i don't even care to listen to like Bruce Springsteen, John Denver, and lots of other artists(?) that make me want to blow my brains out on a daily basis...
...the basement is gonna be the hardest bit: nights spent on the carpet with the red-head, the brunette who dyed her hair red to try to impress me...
...but, still...i stand shy of these memories...because i loved every one of those girls...
...the Rolling Stones' collection i'm keeping on the 33 and third, for, the tune "bitch" was not aimed towards women, but the concept that love: "...it's a bitch..."
...and words mistaken (as usual)...mick jagger was taken...no one truly takes the time to give a damn about what the lyrics meant...as there is nothing more heart-broken than listening to "dead flowers"...
...liz phair can drown in a pool of shame.
...and this was pretty much how my saturday was spent...tossing out crap from the past...old wine bottles i saved from ex-lovers that came and went...boxes of oatmeal, the pouch kind, that expired in 2007 because i've been on a non-breakfast diet for the past five years, as i only do one meal a day, because eating makes me tired...and food is over-rated anywho...sadly enough, i like cooking...it's like painting walls, clearing dust and taking walks...that type of talk always tended to make my ex-girl friends nervous because none of them really liked to do any of that shit in the first place...always dug the messy type.
...so this basement goes next, though it has me bleeding left and right...the crap vinyl has gotta go, as one my ex's let it out that i had a turn-table...i inherited all of these boxes of records from people all around...crap i don't even care to listen to like Bruce Springsteen, John Denver, and lots of other artists(?) that make me want to blow my brains out on a daily basis...
...the basement is gonna be the hardest bit: nights spent on the carpet with the red-head, the brunette who dyed her hair red to try to impress me...
...but, still...i stand shy of these memories...because i loved every one of those girls...
...the Rolling Stones' collection i'm keeping on the 33 and third, for, the tune "bitch" was not aimed towards women, but the concept that love: "...it's a bitch..."
...and words mistaken (as usual)...mick jagger was taken...no one truly takes the time to give a damn about what the lyrics meant...as there is nothing more heart-broken than listening to "dead flowers"...
...liz phair can drown in a pool of shame.
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