fuck you liar.
...and I mean that in the nicest way possible. ;-D
i know your lieing... I can tell the second you start telling a story because you get a very obvious uncertanty in your voice. It's clear that you are making things up as you... I dont mind though... it just makes you look silly. Like when you forget that you have alreaady told me a compleatly diffrent version of the same story two or three times over while talking about a specific event or object.
Fuck, its ok though... i suppose i would do the same. life is too boring sometimes. ,,,we fill our head with epics and idealized plots on all the TVs and radios throughout the day so why not add a little spice and glorification to our little conversations.
life is that spark when least expected... everything else is just nap time and i find myself falling asleep upright while in the middle of a conversation too often. And I'm not trying to say i'm above it either, I blow a lot of hot air. And why not? we dont ride hourse and buggy anymore, why should we expect any type of stimulation under two hundred miles an hour. Maybe I need maximum strangth checking...
or maybe I need a fruit buzz at McDonads... bah bah bot bah bah I'm fucking lovin' it
I was in the subway today and all I could think about was how fun it would to hawwk a huge loogie on the girl that sat accross from me holding up a proda bag like it was some type of fucking nobel prize, and then telling her to have a nice day. Does that make me a dick? ...i hope so.
...and I mean that in the nicest way possible. ;-D
i know your lieing... I can tell the second you start telling a story because you get a very obvious uncertanty in your voice. It's clear that you are making things up as you... I dont mind though... it just makes you look silly. Like when you forget that you have alreaady told me a compleatly diffrent version of the same story two or three times over while talking about a specific event or object.
Fuck, its ok though... i suppose i would do the same. life is too boring sometimes. ,,,we fill our head with epics and idealized plots on all the TVs and radios throughout the day so why not add a little spice and glorification to our little conversations.
life is that spark when least expected... everything else is just nap time and i find myself falling asleep upright while in the middle of a conversation too often. And I'm not trying to say i'm above it either, I blow a lot of hot air. And why not? we dont ride hourse and buggy anymore, why should we expect any type of stimulation under two hundred miles an hour. Maybe I need maximum strangth checking...
or maybe I need a fruit buzz at McDonads... bah bah bot bah bah I'm fucking lovin' it
I was in the subway today and all I could think about was how fun it would to hawwk a huge loogie on the girl that sat accross from me holding up a proda bag like it was some type of fucking nobel prize, and then telling her to have a nice day. Does that make me a dick? ...i hope so.
bettah?
[Edited on May 23, 2005 7:21AM]