Hold me up, don't let go.
I've had enough.
I'm tired of breathing, tired of feeling,
Tired of looking to the past for meaning.
Tired of running, tired of searching, tired of trying,
But I'm not tired of you.
-Exies
Yes, once again, I mention that I saw the Exies and that they rocked. You don't know who they are because they're a band that would succeed only if the music industry was NOT corporate owned (read: didn't hate carefully crafted, good fucking rock music). I bought their new CD for $2.50 directly from them so they could make more of a profit from it than if I'd bought it for $10 from Borders (where my discount would have brought it to $7.50).
I hadn't meant to go on so long about that. I decided to post to say I'm doing something really weird. I'll get something done, and then I'll drop by the site and post a couple places. Like I'll save checking on my friends and go randomly post somewhere else. I don't know what's going on here. I'll leave and come back after I do something else. Then I'll go out, but not for long. I keep coming back to my room eventually, posting here after doing stuff. I guess it's because I'm almost done with this Fucking EDIT! (I don't hate editing As Much As republicans, but i still do hate it.)
Anyway, my posting habits changing is reflective of some weird inability to figure out what I'm feeling lately. Like there's an extra, unidentified emotion sitting in my head or my heart (or maybe my dick) somewhere. I can tell That it's there, but I can't tell exactly What it is, and it's making me react to things strangely. Everything's turned thirty degrees from its normal position in my life.
I don't know. If you can figure it out, I'd appreciate it. Oh, and I want to solve things. That's something else. I've got this desire to see people's problems ending so we can...i don't know...get together and DO something...Big.
Really, I don't know what the fuck is going up on inside of the wrinkles in my brain-time.
I've had enough.
I'm tired of breathing, tired of feeling,
Tired of looking to the past for meaning.
Tired of running, tired of searching, tired of trying,
But I'm not tired of you.
-Exies
Yes, once again, I mention that I saw the Exies and that they rocked. You don't know who they are because they're a band that would succeed only if the music industry was NOT corporate owned (read: didn't hate carefully crafted, good fucking rock music). I bought their new CD for $2.50 directly from them so they could make more of a profit from it than if I'd bought it for $10 from Borders (where my discount would have brought it to $7.50).
I hadn't meant to go on so long about that. I decided to post to say I'm doing something really weird. I'll get something done, and then I'll drop by the site and post a couple places. Like I'll save checking on my friends and go randomly post somewhere else. I don't know what's going on here. I'll leave and come back after I do something else. Then I'll go out, but not for long. I keep coming back to my room eventually, posting here after doing stuff. I guess it's because I'm almost done with this Fucking EDIT! (I don't hate editing As Much As republicans, but i still do hate it.)
Anyway, my posting habits changing is reflective of some weird inability to figure out what I'm feeling lately. Like there's an extra, unidentified emotion sitting in my head or my heart (or maybe my dick) somewhere. I can tell That it's there, but I can't tell exactly What it is, and it's making me react to things strangely. Everything's turned thirty degrees from its normal position in my life.
I don't know. If you can figure it out, I'd appreciate it. Oh, and I want to solve things. That's something else. I've got this desire to see people's problems ending so we can...i don't know...get together and DO something...Big.
Really, I don't know what the fuck is going up on inside of the wrinkles in my brain-time.
The new master race....would be......cute cuddly koalas.....and men who look like Jude Law in AI.....who don't start shit with me and fuck like gods.