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three of my favorite people aided me tonight in what i'd like to call the best night i've had in a long time.
one had so much coffee in him that he couldn't hold the can still, resulting in sloppy yet beautiful artwork.
the second is leaving this town for good, and i couldn't be happier for him.
the third was drunk, but this only added to his charisma and overall character. tonight was what made him one of my favorite people. from the bite on the shoulder to throwing the paint at the train men, he's an amazing person.
tonight made me feel special. i don't know if i'm just now noticing it or not, but i feel like my opinion matters now. i really do. and there's no better feeling.
hey, there's a guy over there...walk...walk faster...run motherfucker! grab my bag!
it will be seen across the country.
i can't seem to find platform 9 and 3/4.
tonight i realised that i don't want to a boy or a man. or a human, for that matter. i don't want to take part in it. in using the opposite sex for sex, and they using me. no one is to blame on either side. no one wants the connection. we just want the cheap passion that you get when some bites your lower lip. that's what it's all about. for me anyway. and i don't like it. not one bit. and i don't see much hope ahead. everyday i see more and more people together for sex. for cheap, stupid, fake sex that doesn't mean a goddamn thing. and i'm already playing my roll. have been for a while now. i don't want to be a boy or a man. they, er, we are disgusting. but only because we choose to be. which makes it that much worse. we have the choice. we just don't make it.
thank you annbern. for letting me ramble. and listening. and understanding. and not hating me like you should. it helped make my night that you proved me wrong. very wrong.
i believe that i finally lived up to my livejournal name tonight. now i just need a tag name. i'm thinking about burt. he liked to draw on walls. yes. burt. that's it.
one had so much coffee in him that he couldn't hold the can still, resulting in sloppy yet beautiful artwork.
the second is leaving this town for good, and i couldn't be happier for him.
the third was drunk, but this only added to his charisma and overall character. tonight was what made him one of my favorite people. from the bite on the shoulder to throwing the paint at the train men, he's an amazing person.
tonight made me feel special. i don't know if i'm just now noticing it or not, but i feel like my opinion matters now. i really do. and there's no better feeling.
hey, there's a guy over there...walk...walk faster...run motherfucker! grab my bag!
it will be seen across the country.
i can't seem to find platform 9 and 3/4.
tonight i realised that i don't want to a boy or a man. or a human, for that matter. i don't want to take part in it. in using the opposite sex for sex, and they using me. no one is to blame on either side. no one wants the connection. we just want the cheap passion that you get when some bites your lower lip. that's what it's all about. for me anyway. and i don't like it. not one bit. and i don't see much hope ahead. everyday i see more and more people together for sex. for cheap, stupid, fake sex that doesn't mean a goddamn thing. and i'm already playing my roll. have been for a while now. i don't want to be a boy or a man. they, er, we are disgusting. but only because we choose to be. which makes it that much worse. we have the choice. we just don't make it.
thank you annbern. for letting me ramble. and listening. and understanding. and not hating me like you should. it helped make my night that you proved me wrong. very wrong.
i believe that i finally lived up to my livejournal name tonight. now i just need a tag name. i'm thinking about burt. he liked to draw on walls. yes. burt. that's it.