don't sue me for copyright please...obviously these lyrics are not my own = )

Remember when blogs used to have that "current music" thing for every entry? And then you did like current mood and current other stuff.
like for example
current mood: Spiteful
current experssion: Grinning
current music: Kenny G
something like that.
anyway i've been listening to this song a lot. i think i'm going to do a cover of it. i dunno. i need to get a damn capo
A Wish--Gregory and the Hawk
I wish to feel smaller
under your sheets.
I wish for the whole truth
every time you speak.
I'm thinkin' about how you care half as much for me
While I watch you arrive, smoke cigarettes, sleep

And I guess it doesn't matter what I say or what I seem
You stuck what I felt for you in the pocket of your jeans
Ignoring me the morning after
isn't enough
and I swear I'm gonna cry.
I'm sick of tryin' to be tough.

And my blood won't stick
To the confines of my veins.
And your heart
Is gonna tear mine away.

And I wish to feel smaller under your hands,
though you seem satisfied as you slip mine
down your pants.
And I'm thinkin' about how you care half as much for me
While you lift up my shirt after asking politely.

And I guess it doesn't matter what I am or pretend to be
Cuz it's her you'll always love and it's her I'll always envy.
I want to end this now so dreams of you won't keep me up.
But I swear I'm gonna cry.
I'm sick of tryin' to be tough.

And my blood won't stick
To the confines of my veins.
And your heart
Is gonna tear mine away.

And it's hard to find
What I want
When it's buried beneath the biggest rock.
I could pay lots of money
To help lift it with machines
But I'm not sure you'd cooperate.
Not sure you'd come clean.

And I wish to feel smaller
under your sheets.
I wish for the whole truth
every time you speak.
And I'm thinkin' about how you care half as much for me
As I watch you arrive, smoke cigarettes, sleep.

And I guess it doesn't matter what I say or what I seem
You stuck what I felt for you in the pocket of your jeans.
Ignoring me the morning after isn't enough
and I swear I'm going to cry.
I'm sick of tryin' to be tough.
Yeah, I swear I'm gonna cry.
I'm sick of tryin' to be tough.

And my blood won't stick
To the confines of my veins.
And your heart
Is gonna tear mine away.

Is gonna tear mine away.

I really don't think anyone reads this, but i said that on the first day I got my blog, and i also said that i knew the moment i thought no one would be reading it someone would read it that would make it weird if i said something personal, so i'll stick to being vague and indecipherable and just really weird. but i don't really want to be.

when in doubt


google it.

Fork in the sky.
thanks Tessa

I love arguments that take place over the internet. I can google all my facts before I say them.

e v e r y t h i n g i s m o v i n g s l o w l y
t h e r e i s i s u p p o s e
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w i t h o r w i t h o u t c o n f o r m a t i o n
e v e r y t h i n g i s s l o w e r
i h i t t h e s w i t c h
u n c o n c i o u s l y
m y b o d y s a l l n a t u r a l l y p r o d u c e d a n x i e t y s e r u m
everythingspeedsup
u s d o c t o r s c a l l t h a t a d r e n a l i n e
y o u d o c t o r s
y o u d o c t o r s
you doctors
youdoctors
youdoctors
youdoctors
youdoctors
youcallitanxietyanxiety
youcallitanattackanxietyattackanxietyattack
beingattackedbymyownallnaturalbodywillobviouslyhelpreduceanxiety
everythingspeedsup
upupupupupup
u n t i l e v e r y t h i n g b e g i n s t o m o v e
m u c h s l o w e r n o w
iwishthaticouldtakeitall
b a c k
or maybe just
t a k e i t .

Went on google images and searched silly potato animal

wrote a song on le guitar

Somebody told me once upon a time
there’s no such thing as a one of a kind
Somebody told me I try too hard to find
A good reason and a piece of mind
That very same someone told me I try too hard to please you
Funny how she’s the one who’s never satisfied
You say the situation we have on our hands
Is far too complex for me to ever understand
Well you’re probably right this time
I’m just so damn tired of trying to figure you out
And it’s your turn
So just reach out your hand
If someone ever tried to beat me black and blue
There’s very little damage that they could do
That’s a job designated just for you
Too bad I’ll never let you see it through
I let you fuck around , throw a fit, have your fun for far too long dear
Funny how she’s the one who’s never satisfied
You say the situation we have on our hands
Is far too complex for me to understand
Well you’re probably right this time
I’m just so damn tired of trying to figure you out
And it’s your turn
So just reach out your hand
Funny how she’s the one who’s never satisfied

annoyed

i got really sick this morning but i went to work anyway. my boss ended up having to drive me home because i was too sick to be there. now im just sitting. really bothered by this mess in my room, too sick to clean it up. i have dishes from weeks ago festering up here. im going to stop complaining now. publicly anyway