**Update**
I'm one of the people that actually deserve to die a firey death.
So, it's true, i'm an emotional masochist. But fuckit, right? Whatever makes me happy, even if it's feeling miserable.
So i expect a lot from people, too much. I set standards too high. So high that the person i'm setting them for can't possibly achieve 'em.
And when they cant, dont, or wont reach these standards, i feel crushed.
So i get all introverted and wonder why this always happens, ignoring the fact that it happens because i set out to make it happen.
Maybe it's time for a change, yeah?
I've dodged Guey for the past two weeks, growing increasingly annoying with the fact that he would call me to see if i was coming over.
This was a problem for me. It felt like someone was keeping tabs on me. I dont like that. I'm not even dating the guy and i was feeling increasingly like i was stuck in a relationship. Not even a good oneone where i have to sit there and listen to his quasi-intelligent theories on love, life and video games. And Samuel.
So i dodged him.
And tonight i felt sorry for it and headed down there to catch up with him. Maybe talk shop, maybe make funna something. Hook up and play some Halo, or something.
So i get over there and he's asleep.
And it's so fucking miserable out. It's so muggy and warm. I tugged on one ciggy all the way home, having to relight every so often.
I hope it rains harder than god tonight. I hope power gets knocked out and villages are destroyed.
As for me, i'm staying in, washing my hair, doing laundry, and watching Green Legend Ranbecause nostalgia's a bitch you dont fight, you just let 'er do her thang, and leave the same way she came in.
Is that an analogy or a metaphor? I always get those things confused. Whatever it is, it'sa bad one.
These headphones keep me from rememberin'
Also guilty of letting me not forget (also guilty)
What type of harvest will September bring? (beckoning)
Everyone to put him to that test (Somebody please kill me)
I've got a sickness, it feels like love
It's not contagious, take off the gloves
Drop your defenses, apply a coat of perfect
I'll form the sentences you try to interpret
It'd all be so simple if I was rich (But I'm not)
But I'm not so I compensate with thought (I got a lot)
I got a lot of nothin' that you need to know
You would think he wasn't aware of the glow (Where'd you go?)
Swimmin' in a bottle of imposters
Losin' my ground in the name of takin' it farther
We can thumb wrestle or we can make a daughter
I thought it was supposed to get easier when you worked harder
Stole the city, I still feel helpless
Baited the hook and caught me a selfish
I'm gonna gut it, clean it, cook it, feed it to a she
And see if I can get her to need me
And now I'm standin' at the bottom of the steps
And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress
And I'm willin' to bet that she'd move if she knew
So I'ma tap her on the shoulder, I'ma give her a clue
All it takes is a stroll down the street
A pro and he greets and he sold the life to me
Showed you the meaning of the artery he keeps on the end of his sleeve
As he pretends he can breathe
Lend me a piece of your superiority
I feel alone on this mission, I'm wishin' there was more of me
A pair of me, apparently I'm a parasite caught inside a paradox
A paradise, a parody, the hair police have got what you need
For you to get over me and move on with Godspeed
I'd let it all go and break eggs for a livin'
If I wasn't so conditioned to just take what I'm given
Get it, got it, catch it, caught it, and lost it
Yet I can't stop it, it's embedded in my optics
Plus the frustration is a product of the gossip
If you can't walk away can you at least change the topic?
Overextended the amount of time allotted
Broke the engine, I don't know, cracked the block
Now I'm standin' at this gravel roadside festival
And I ain't tryin' to move cause this view is incredible
Standin' at the bottom of the steps
And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress
And I'm willin' to bet that she'd move if she knew
So I'ma tap her on the shoulder, I'ma give her a clue
...Futher more, i've been living a lie. It's nothing Crying Game or anything, i just wear a 7.5-8 as opposed to a size 9 shoe.
Every time someone said, "What size shoe?" I'd say, confidently, 9.
Why is it, in the warmer part of Spring, begining of Summer i revert back to my early teens? Is the the summer fashions? Is it ball sweat?
Why am i walking around with a semi erection? I'd tape it to my leg, but then i would walk funny.
My email service provider's giving me the shits. I go to log in and it tells me that either my user name or password is wrong. Then i'm all...well, yes, "Washcloth" is spelled correctly--did i forget my password? Whatthefuck? Did i change it?
*click on Forgot Password*
*Cannot Find Server*
I can feel the panic...
More later, maybe...
She Bop.
I'm one of the people that actually deserve to die a firey death.
So, it's true, i'm an emotional masochist. But fuckit, right? Whatever makes me happy, even if it's feeling miserable.
So i expect a lot from people, too much. I set standards too high. So high that the person i'm setting them for can't possibly achieve 'em.
And when they cant, dont, or wont reach these standards, i feel crushed.
So i get all introverted and wonder why this always happens, ignoring the fact that it happens because i set out to make it happen.
Maybe it's time for a change, yeah?
I've dodged Guey for the past two weeks, growing increasingly annoying with the fact that he would call me to see if i was coming over.
This was a problem for me. It felt like someone was keeping tabs on me. I dont like that. I'm not even dating the guy and i was feeling increasingly like i was stuck in a relationship. Not even a good oneone where i have to sit there and listen to his quasi-intelligent theories on love, life and video games. And Samuel.
So i dodged him.
And tonight i felt sorry for it and headed down there to catch up with him. Maybe talk shop, maybe make funna something. Hook up and play some Halo, or something.
So i get over there and he's asleep.
And it's so fucking miserable out. It's so muggy and warm. I tugged on one ciggy all the way home, having to relight every so often.
I hope it rains harder than god tonight. I hope power gets knocked out and villages are destroyed.
As for me, i'm staying in, washing my hair, doing laundry, and watching Green Legend Ranbecause nostalgia's a bitch you dont fight, you just let 'er do her thang, and leave the same way she came in.
Is that an analogy or a metaphor? I always get those things confused. Whatever it is, it'sa bad one.
These headphones keep me from rememberin'
Also guilty of letting me not forget (also guilty)
What type of harvest will September bring? (beckoning)
Everyone to put him to that test (Somebody please kill me)
I've got a sickness, it feels like love
It's not contagious, take off the gloves
Drop your defenses, apply a coat of perfect
I'll form the sentences you try to interpret
It'd all be so simple if I was rich (But I'm not)
But I'm not so I compensate with thought (I got a lot)
I got a lot of nothin' that you need to know
You would think he wasn't aware of the glow (Where'd you go?)
Swimmin' in a bottle of imposters
Losin' my ground in the name of takin' it farther
We can thumb wrestle or we can make a daughter
I thought it was supposed to get easier when you worked harder
Stole the city, I still feel helpless
Baited the hook and caught me a selfish
I'm gonna gut it, clean it, cook it, feed it to a she
And see if I can get her to need me
And now I'm standin' at the bottom of the steps
And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress
And I'm willin' to bet that she'd move if she knew
So I'ma tap her on the shoulder, I'ma give her a clue
All it takes is a stroll down the street
A pro and he greets and he sold the life to me
Showed you the meaning of the artery he keeps on the end of his sleeve
As he pretends he can breathe
Lend me a piece of your superiority
I feel alone on this mission, I'm wishin' there was more of me
A pair of me, apparently I'm a parasite caught inside a paradox
A paradise, a parody, the hair police have got what you need
For you to get over me and move on with Godspeed
I'd let it all go and break eggs for a livin'
If I wasn't so conditioned to just take what I'm given
Get it, got it, catch it, caught it, and lost it
Yet I can't stop it, it's embedded in my optics
Plus the frustration is a product of the gossip
If you can't walk away can you at least change the topic?
Overextended the amount of time allotted
Broke the engine, I don't know, cracked the block
Now I'm standin' at this gravel roadside festival
And I ain't tryin' to move cause this view is incredible
Standin' at the bottom of the steps
And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress
And I'm willin' to bet that she'd move if she knew
So I'ma tap her on the shoulder, I'ma give her a clue
...Futher more, i've been living a lie. It's nothing Crying Game or anything, i just wear a 7.5-8 as opposed to a size 9 shoe.
Every time someone said, "What size shoe?" I'd say, confidently, 9.
Why is it, in the warmer part of Spring, begining of Summer i revert back to my early teens? Is the the summer fashions? Is it ball sweat?
Why am i walking around with a semi erection? I'd tape it to my leg, but then i would walk funny.
My email service provider's giving me the shits. I go to log in and it tells me that either my user name or password is wrong. Then i'm all...well, yes, "Washcloth" is spelled correctly--did i forget my password? Whatthefuck? Did i change it?
*click on Forgot Password*
*Cannot Find Server*
I can feel the panic...
More later, maybe...
She Bop.
i feel the need in the summer to revert to my adolecent days too. wait till you see my hair cut!
are you lying about your shoes because you have inadequate feelings elsewhere...like in your sock size