I'm angry.
and I descend from grace in arms of undertow...
How I want to see J. as soon as possible, oh I miss him so.
I'm getting angry here, because of very small things, like these jogging suit-beer-ice hockey-chauvinist-guys who're hanging out here and want to watch sports on the telly. Sports on the telly honestly make me feel ill. This was skiing though, it's not as bad as Formula1. That's the worst. I can't watch it. If I'm forced to watch ugly men fooling around in ugly cars in a sport with no point whatsoever, it makes me puke. Oh, the stupidity! The mass hysteria over guys driving around in circles! Somehow it all makes me so mad.
As I said, I feel angry.
How I want to see J. as soon as possible, oh I miss him so.
I'm getting angry here, because of very small things, like these jogging suit-beer-ice hockey-chauvinist-guys who're hanging out here and want to watch sports on the telly. Sports on the telly honestly make me feel ill. This was skiing though, it's not as bad as Formula1. That's the worst. I can't watch it. If I'm forced to watch ugly men fooling around in ugly cars in a sport with no point whatsoever, it makes me puke. Oh, the stupidity! The mass hysteria over guys driving around in circles! Somehow it all makes me so mad.
As I said, I feel angry.