I fuck on the first date.
I feel like crying whenever I see twins.
I am still shocked at how pretty I am.
I am more shocked that other people feel the same.
I own way too many clothes because I hate doing laundry.
I only wear boy cut underwear, with a few exceptions.
Im really good at making myself laugh.
I say I dont have a favorite color, but its actually fire engine red.
I hate the taste of blood.
The fact that I know what it tastes like in the first place should be a warning sign.
I would rather read a book than have sex, and I wanna have sex all the time.
The only person on the planet to whom I can effectively lie is my mother.
I pick at my chapped lips.
I pick at all scabs, actuallyI like scars, I need more of them.
I hate postmodernismtherefore I loathe myself, because I am disgustingly POMO.
However, my primary instinct is self-preservation.
I masturbate way too often.
I am the gayest and straightest person I know.
Im so DIY I cut my own hairand Im GOOD at it!
I am all talk, all plan, no actionbut I am a slave to my whims.
I am completely full of shit.
Every particle of my being craves something I cannot attain.
***
I heard Joy Division for the first time today. Why didnt I check them out years ago?
This is what I did this weekend:
Hehehe...see, I do occasionally get out of the house!
***
I see the way you jumped at me, lord, from behind the door
And looked into my eyes
Your a little star struck innuendos
Inadequacies and foreign bodies
And the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane
Numbs my brain
Ha, so open up the window and let me breathe
I said open up the window and let me breathe
I'm looking down to the street below, lord, I cried for you,
Ha ha, I cried, I cried for you, ha ha, oh lord
The cool room, lord, is a fool's room
The cool room, lord, is a fool's room
And I can almost smell your TB sheets
And I can almost smell your TB sheets
On your sick bed
I gotta go, I gotta go
And you said, please stay, I wanna, I wanna,
I want a drink of water, I want a drink of water,
Go in the kitchen get me a drink of water.
I said, I gotta go, I gotta go, baby.
I said, Ill send, Ill send somebody around here later.
You know we got John comin' around here later
With a bottle of wine for you, baby - but I gotta go.
I feel like crying whenever I see twins.
I am still shocked at how pretty I am.
I am more shocked that other people feel the same.
I own way too many clothes because I hate doing laundry.
I only wear boy cut underwear, with a few exceptions.
Im really good at making myself laugh.
I say I dont have a favorite color, but its actually fire engine red.
I hate the taste of blood.
The fact that I know what it tastes like in the first place should be a warning sign.
I would rather read a book than have sex, and I wanna have sex all the time.
The only person on the planet to whom I can effectively lie is my mother.
I pick at my chapped lips.
I pick at all scabs, actuallyI like scars, I need more of them.
I hate postmodernismtherefore I loathe myself, because I am disgustingly POMO.
However, my primary instinct is self-preservation.
I masturbate way too often.
I am the gayest and straightest person I know.
Im so DIY I cut my own hairand Im GOOD at it!
I am all talk, all plan, no actionbut I am a slave to my whims.
I am completely full of shit.
Every particle of my being craves something I cannot attain.
***
I heard Joy Division for the first time today. Why didnt I check them out years ago?
This is what I did this weekend:
Hehehe...see, I do occasionally get out of the house!
***
I see the way you jumped at me, lord, from behind the door
And looked into my eyes
Your a little star struck innuendos
Inadequacies and foreign bodies
And the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane
Numbs my brain
Ha, so open up the window and let me breathe
I said open up the window and let me breathe
I'm looking down to the street below, lord, I cried for you,
Ha ha, I cried, I cried for you, ha ha, oh lord
The cool room, lord, is a fool's room
The cool room, lord, is a fool's room
And I can almost smell your TB sheets
And I can almost smell your TB sheets
On your sick bed
I gotta go, I gotta go
And you said, please stay, I wanna, I wanna,
I want a drink of water, I want a drink of water,
Go in the kitchen get me a drink of water.
I said, I gotta go, I gotta go, baby.
I said, Ill send, Ill send somebody around here later.
You know we got John comin' around here later
With a bottle of wine for you, baby - but I gotta go.
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it's like my friend who recently told me that she is not a feminist, because she is more of a situationist (what the fuck is a situationist, or was is situationalist?) i think she is a post-modern feminist. only pomos hate postmodernism. it just works out like that. i hate boys and i am one, but my inner child is a lesbian.
i just got into mirah btw, she is fucking awesome.
kinda like bjork at times
if you are up for a musical reccomendation, check out jolie holland, you will not be sorry, i fucking promise, you have to do it if you like billie holiday
yup, ok