I am packing. Packing, and listening to Wumpscut. Because I find songs called Christfuck and Soylent Green motivational.
I have so much shit. Where did it all come from? I have one fairly large box that is actually all cosmetics. I haven't worn a lot of those clothes since I left my ex three years ago. Did I really dress like that? Guh. There's something to be said for growing older.
I HATE moving. Which is probably why I was content to be a loser and live my parents for so long. Very soon it will be time to play "How much shit can we wedge in the back of a VW Beetle?" I'm actually thinking I might get my coffee table in there if I push the front seat all the way down...
And now the musical interlude:
Complacent
You're growing complacent
You forgot what it all meant
And chose the path of convenience
The road you took to where you're standing now
Was fraught with obstacles that tore you down
They made you drown
The path of least resistence called your name
A status quo you tried hard to maintain
But it wasn't the same
Sweet denial, take your leave
You must have others to decieve
I'm so tired of drifting backwards standing still
So throw the towel in, if you must
Give up hope and give up trust
And I promise you'll drift backwards standing still
Something changed in you when you gave up
When you decided that you had tried enough
The price was too much
The inconsistencies seemed plain to see
A swift departure from reality
How blind can you be?
Sweet denial, take your leave
You must have others to decieve
I'm so tired of drifting backwards standing still
So throw the towel in, if you must
Give up hope and give up trust
And I promise you'll drift backwards standing still
Sung to sleep by sychophantic choirs
You preferred the company of liars
Who made you feel admired
But one by one they turned their backs on you
The ranks of your detractors grew and grew
When they learned the truth
Sweet denial, take your leave
You must have others to decieve
I'm so tired of drifting backwards standing still
So throw the towel in, if you must
Give up hope and give up trust
And I promise you'll drift backwards standing still
I have so much shit. Where did it all come from? I have one fairly large box that is actually all cosmetics. I haven't worn a lot of those clothes since I left my ex three years ago. Did I really dress like that? Guh. There's something to be said for growing older.
I HATE moving. Which is probably why I was content to be a loser and live my parents for so long. Very soon it will be time to play "How much shit can we wedge in the back of a VW Beetle?" I'm actually thinking I might get my coffee table in there if I push the front seat all the way down...
And now the musical interlude:
Complacent
You're growing complacent
You forgot what it all meant
And chose the path of convenience
The road you took to where you're standing now
Was fraught with obstacles that tore you down
They made you drown
The path of least resistence called your name
A status quo you tried hard to maintain
But it wasn't the same
Sweet denial, take your leave
You must have others to decieve
I'm so tired of drifting backwards standing still
So throw the towel in, if you must
Give up hope and give up trust
And I promise you'll drift backwards standing still
Something changed in you when you gave up
When you decided that you had tried enough
The price was too much
The inconsistencies seemed plain to see
A swift departure from reality
How blind can you be?
Sweet denial, take your leave
You must have others to decieve
I'm so tired of drifting backwards standing still
So throw the towel in, if you must
Give up hope and give up trust
And I promise you'll drift backwards standing still
Sung to sleep by sychophantic choirs
You preferred the company of liars
Who made you feel admired
But one by one they turned their backs on you
The ranks of your detractors grew and grew
When they learned the truth
Sweet denial, take your leave
You must have others to decieve
I'm so tired of drifting backwards standing still
So throw the towel in, if you must
Give up hope and give up trust
And I promise you'll drift backwards standing still
VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
ixxie_sparkle:
hi. you're pretty.
brooklynbabe:
Oh I know all about moving. It sucks. It seems like you don't have much stuff until the time comes to pack it in boxes. Ugh