Jun 17, 2004 22:22
In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches trip me as I speak
Just cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there
Just cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there
There's always a siren singing you to shipwreck (don't reach out, don't reach out)
Stay away from these rocks we'd be a walking disaster (don't reach out, don't reach out)
I actually had to talk to a kids mom today. The stupid fuck wasn't listening to me, so I did the worst I could do. I sent the problem home. I hope his dad beat the fuck out of him. I hope he limps around camp tomorrow.
I'm kidding. I just hope he learns how to behave.
No one calls me anymore. Call me at (786) 247-7529 for a good time. Or not.
I'm probably going to go on the same diet as my dad. I need to chop off a few pounds. More like fifteen pounds.
The first things I'm getting when I get paid are:
-Fluffy White Clouds by Brandon Boyd.
-6, 4, and 2 gauge earrings.
-Many new white T-Shirts.
-Maybe an Incubus shirt.
Sing it loud. Try not to feel it.
I'm gonna grow my hair down to my chin.
I want to fuck the shit out of something. Preferably a ridiculously gorgeous woman. Preferably...nevermind.
I miss Romy and the Starbucks days.
The first girl who calls me, I'll treat you to lunch when I get paid.
-T