baby i'm bad news

Feb 12, 2006 11:50

And I have known the eyes already, known them all-
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?

~T.S. Eliot (not me)

I am moving to Portland. I've decided that I need to get back to school, even if it kills me-- and I'm pretty sure that it will.

I'm not sure if I want to continue with marketing or political science. I don't know if I want to do sociology or communications or English or fashion merchandising. I kind of want to study it all and apply none of it.

Well, that part will be figured out later. Point of the story... I'm going to attend Portland State. Soon.

i know that i'm alone if i'm with or without you/but just being around you offers me another form of relief/and the loneliness leads to bad dreams/and the bad dreams lead to calling you/and i call you and say "come here"/and it's bad news/baby i'm bad news/i'm just bad news bad news bad news...
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