I know it's all getting away, it comes to me as no surprise
I know what's coming to me is never going to arrive
Fresh blood through tired skin, new sweat to drown me in
Dress up this rotten carcass just to make it look alive
This isn't meant to last: this is for right now
I wish I could put the blame on you
I want you to make me, I want you to take me
I want you to break me, then I want you to throw me away
-NIN, Last
Dear Trent:
I love you. I am flying down to New Orleans tomorrow and will climb into the casket where we can drink and fuck and pretend that we shouldnt be in intense therapy.
PS: Dont ever do another video that can be played on the VH1 repetition. You are becoming scarily acceptable and mainstream and it has to stop.
Last night while I was out, the Girls went to the apartment of an ex-dixie cup of mine to score some pot. Im glad I wasnt there. The last time I saw him, a few months ago, he was obsessed with showing me pics of his new girlfriends landing strip on his cell phone. I appreciate the nakedness, but wtf? Furthermore, does she know youre waving her hootchie around for random people to view? Theres a reason why you were a dixie cup, buddy.
Yay! Two days until the big day! After age 30, I think birthdays become a celebration of your slow creep towards death. It's morbid and a great excuse to drink heavily and make an ass of yourself (like I have ever needed an excuse for the latter!)
Lastly, Mom, if youre reading this, why did you buy a gigantic container of salt and leave it in my pantry while I was on vacation? Is my blood pressure too low? Is it some sort of metaphorical commentary on my personality?
I know what's coming to me is never going to arrive
Fresh blood through tired skin, new sweat to drown me in
Dress up this rotten carcass just to make it look alive
This isn't meant to last: this is for right now
I wish I could put the blame on you
I want you to make me, I want you to take me
I want you to break me, then I want you to throw me away
-NIN, Last
Dear Trent:
I love you. I am flying down to New Orleans tomorrow and will climb into the casket where we can drink and fuck and pretend that we shouldnt be in intense therapy.
PS: Dont ever do another video that can be played on the VH1 repetition. You are becoming scarily acceptable and mainstream and it has to stop.
Last night while I was out, the Girls went to the apartment of an ex-dixie cup of mine to score some pot. Im glad I wasnt there. The last time I saw him, a few months ago, he was obsessed with showing me pics of his new girlfriends landing strip on his cell phone. I appreciate the nakedness, but wtf? Furthermore, does she know youre waving her hootchie around for random people to view? Theres a reason why you were a dixie cup, buddy.
Yay! Two days until the big day! After age 30, I think birthdays become a celebration of your slow creep towards death. It's morbid and a great excuse to drink heavily and make an ass of yourself (like I have ever needed an excuse for the latter!)
Lastly, Mom, if youre reading this, why did you buy a gigantic container of salt and leave it in my pantry while I was on vacation? Is my blood pressure too low? Is it some sort of metaphorical commentary on my personality?
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its rare to find regular ed teachers who like inclusion. I am teaching one with one of my best friends this year, its awesome. we have a ball.
ANd you can sleep on the couch anytime, but you're gonna have to help pay for the liquor, one way or another...
Dixie cups eh? I like it. I want one. Or 27. In a row.
Alright, i'm going with ol' trusty, thinking you stacked the ships in the corner....so...A-1. Read it and weep