There were bells on a hill, but I never heard them ringing, no I never heard them at all
I am sad. I retired my earrings today. My beloved earrings. My beloved curved ball/penis earrings.
My holes stretched themselves out, so the earrings would hang from the holes really weird. So today I dug into my jewelry box and pulled out large balled earrings. Because, as Sunny said, I "only look good with big, balled earrings."
No one had my earrings. I felt unique.
There is a Beatles song in The Wedding Singer! I never knew. It's the song his grandmother sings at her anniversary. See, a few days ago I looked through all our old Napster CDs, and savaged about 60 Beatles songs. And randomly one came on, and I was like, 'HOLY SHIT WEDDING SINGER.'
I am strange. And lonely. o.O
Sunny licked Anthony's back to Stairway to Heaven. Damnit. I wanted to do something sexual to that song, she beat me! <3
My life is boring. Sorry. Here, have some more lyrics.
HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN
She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do do do
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane.
The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the Nation Trust.
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun.
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know no one can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun
-Yes it is.
My holes stretched themselves out, so the earrings would hang from the holes really weird. So today I dug into my jewelry box and pulled out large balled earrings. Because, as Sunny said, I "only look good with big, balled earrings."
No one had my earrings. I felt unique.
There is a Beatles song in The Wedding Singer! I never knew. It's the song his grandmother sings at her anniversary. See, a few days ago I looked through all our old Napster CDs, and savaged about 60 Beatles songs. And randomly one came on, and I was like, 'HOLY SHIT WEDDING SINGER.'
I am strange. And lonely. o.O
Sunny licked Anthony's back to Stairway to Heaven. Damnit. I wanted to do something sexual to that song, she beat me! <3
My life is boring. Sorry. Here, have some more lyrics.
HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN
She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do do do
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane.
The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the Nation Trust.
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun.
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know no one can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun
-Yes it is.