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Sep. 9th, 2008 01:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unavoidedcrisis
For the first time in the history of my days off, I was up before noon simply because I couldn't sleep.
Weird.
I dreamt about high fives and tiny knapsacks.
I can't even begin (at this point) to explain the stupid of me. I think things, and I say things. And I only say about 1/8 things I think. And about 1/2 of the time, it's still too much of me talking!!
I said something in... jest? Maybe sarcasm. Irony or bitter self-loathing. Something like that.
And get a few rounds of tequila in me and didn't that come back to haunt me!?
...Def. not as bad as I thought going into it.
No details, not now. Not here. But one day, world, one bright, shiny day.
...No but seriously. How do I manage breathing and thinking at the same time? Sometimes I feel so dumb. Just like... unreal situations, every day of my life.
A fucking nun called me a cunt! What the hell! Only me.
...
A lot of ellipses chillin' up in here.
Srsly though, there are worse things I could do (have done). ;)
Weird.
I dreamt about high fives and tiny knapsacks.
I can't even begin (at this point) to explain the stupid of me. I think things, and I say things. And I only say about 1/8 things I think. And about 1/2 of the time, it's still too much of me talking!!
I said something in... jest? Maybe sarcasm. Irony or bitter self-loathing. Something like that.
And get a few rounds of tequila in me and didn't that come back to haunt me!?
...Def. not as bad as I thought going into it.
No details, not now. Not here. But one day, world, one bright, shiny day.
...No but seriously. How do I manage breathing and thinking at the same time? Sometimes I feel so dumb. Just like... unreal situations, every day of my life.
A fucking nun called me a cunt! What the hell! Only me.
...
A lot of ellipses chillin' up in here.
Srsly though, there are worse things I could do (have done). ;)
Grease is, in fact, the word.
Date: 2008-09-09 02:21 pm (UTC)Then go with a boy... or two
Even though the neighbourhood thinks I'm trashy and no good
I suppose it could be true
But there are worse things I could do...
I could flirt with all the guys
Smile at them and bat my eyes
Press against them when we dance make them think they stand a chance
then refuse to see it through
That's a thing I'd never do.
I could stay home, Every Niiiiiiiiiiiight
Wait around for Mister Right
Take cold showers every day and throw my life away
on a dream that won't come true...
I could hurt someone like me
Out of spite or jealousy
I don't steal and I don't lie, but I can feel and I can cry
A fact I bet you never knew that to Cry infront of You
That's the worst thing
I could
Dooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...
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Sad that I knew most of this by heart...
-Sparky