I'm done with her. I'm finally free. No more keeping someone in check, no more making two people happy. No more making sure she's being good so I don't get my heart broken again and again and again. No more lies. No more heartbreak. No more pain.
I'm happy.
Very, very happy.
My favourite local band keeps playing, and they keep dedicating songs to me, and they keep on being super rad to me. I accidentally took out their tromboner's (teeheehee) four front teeth, 'cause I was skanking, and she was playing in the crowd, and some drunken asshole decides to mosh my whole crew. Needless to say we put him on his ass half unconscious, via mosh, of course. Fighting is pointless. But anyhow, I felt really bad 'cause she's SUPER rad (and hot!) and she's way too cute and awesome to be hurt. Luckily she's used to us rude-boy, ska-boss, punk-asses and said I had no need to apologize.
God I love that girl.
She gives me tromboners
. Hahaha!
I got a giant hickie on my neck. And I got work in 15 minutes. Lame. Haha! I wonder how many times I'm gonna have to explain it. I know! I'll come up with a new excuse for it every time someone asks and watch them all try to figure it out! Haha!
"I got punched in the neck!"
"Someone's spiky leather stabbed me there!"
"I passed out and some drunk chick tried reviving me by giving me CPR... On the neck... In reverse..."
"I stubbed my toe, {I]really hard."
Hehe.
Saw Ala last night. That girl's rad. Although I didn't see one tenth of her as much as I wanted. Gotta respect the whole new boyfriend thing.
Which, I might add, is lame. Haha! But whatever. Love 'er nonetheless.
I'm fucking tired.
And I'm fucking tired of being celibate.
I need fast company. With someone I fucking care for. Fast company th at lasts a very, very long time. And then cuddling.
Everyone's got a fucking mate but me now. It's a good thing in some ways. Bad in other ways.
Fuck it. Live. Love. Air in my lungs, sun up above. I don't need anymore.
Making some good money these days.
"Money don't make no man of me."
I don't need it. But it's great for trips to Cali, and for ink.
Speaking of Cali. I'm deeply considering staying there.
Oh snap! I play live REALLY soon! Our fucking band's gonna fuckin' SLAY! We're gonna rip people open!
"Death By Wrecktal Trauma!"
Unite.
Live. Love.
- PunkerSlut
"Jiggy-Don't Stop, Skippity-Hup-Hup, Skiggy-Don't Jump, Jiggity Jump Jump! Stoph! Ska-Boss! Rude-Boy-Ska! Skippity-Zep-Hep-Hep..."
I'm happy.
Very, very happy.
My favourite local band keeps playing, and they keep dedicating songs to me, and they keep on being super rad to me. I accidentally took out their tromboner's (teeheehee) four front teeth, 'cause I was skanking, and she was playing in the crowd, and some drunken asshole decides to mosh my whole crew. Needless to say we put him on his ass half unconscious, via mosh, of course. Fighting is pointless. But anyhow, I felt really bad 'cause she's SUPER rad (and hot!) and she's way too cute and awesome to be hurt. Luckily she's used to us rude-boy, ska-boss, punk-asses and said I had no need to apologize.
God I love that girl.
She gives me tromboners
. Hahaha!
I got a giant hickie on my neck. And I got work in 15 minutes. Lame. Haha! I wonder how many times I'm gonna have to explain it. I know! I'll come up with a new excuse for it every time someone asks and watch them all try to figure it out! Haha!
"I got punched in the neck!"
"Someone's spiky leather stabbed me there!"
"I passed out and some drunk chick tried reviving me by giving me CPR... On the neck... In reverse..."
"I stubbed my toe, {I]really hard."
Hehe.
Saw Ala last night. That girl's rad. Although I didn't see one tenth of her as much as I wanted. Gotta respect the whole new boyfriend thing.
Which, I might add, is lame. Haha! But whatever. Love 'er nonetheless.
I'm fucking tired.
And I'm fucking tired of being celibate.
I need fast company. With someone I fucking care for. Fast company th at lasts a very, very long time. And then cuddling.
Everyone's got a fucking mate but me now. It's a good thing in some ways. Bad in other ways.
Fuck it. Live. Love. Air in my lungs, sun up above. I don't need anymore.
Making some good money these days.
"Money don't make no man of me."
I don't need it. But it's great for trips to Cali, and for ink.
Speaking of Cali. I'm deeply considering staying there.
Oh snap! I play live REALLY soon! Our fucking band's gonna fuckin' SLAY! We're gonna rip people open!
"Death By Wrecktal Trauma!"
Unite.
Live. Love.
- PunkerSlut
"Jiggy-Don't Stop, Skippity-Hup-Hup, Skiggy-Don't Jump, Jiggity Jump Jump! Stoph! Ska-Boss! Rude-Boy-Ska! Skippity-Zep-Hep-Hep..."
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ra0ul:
i don't count the faux-vag. i was thinking more of somesort of free form wrsit support. is the tensor band like this as i've never heard of it?
coloboma:
Thanks! I left you one too. 