Solstice
After delivering free food to an orphan adoption drive for teen girls set up in the police department of Northfield Township, I mistakenly ran a bus that had put up its stop sign. The ticket is coming in the mail.
On my way home from work three days before Christmas, the police pulled me over to tell me that my passenger headlight was out. And that my registration had expired. And that it could be a very large fine. I got home and punched my headlight. It illuminated. It only serves that I don't break the law, and yet they still get me for hundreds upon hundreds of dollars.
I opened a letter from my brother who is imprisoned. It was interesting. I'll write him back. The part about my mother's first husband beating her in front of him wasn't very pleasant, though.
My father has again lain waste to the house upon his arrival. Everything is dirty. (The dishes were not done.) The door outside is broken. (It was broken before he even left.) He childishly left my cornstarch experiment on my bed, but then thought better of it and had Ryan put it back downstairs.
He then proceeded to lambaste Ryan. In short "Sort your fucking life out." While I complain about him on occasion, this was nowhere near the time for this. I told my father once that if he continued to be only judgmental and negative when I see him, that is when he is physically near me, I'll never want to see him again. I thought it stuck, but perhaps I wasn't clear.
My mother quit her job, which only make it all the more probable that she'll return to Lonnie.
Ryan is having quite a rough time with his girlfriend right before the holidays. It appears they have broken up.
Sad, during the holidays? Alone? Ah, Irony seems to enjoy my company, at least.
People you love
Will turn their backs on you.
You'll lose your hair,
Your teeth,
Your knife will fall out of its sheath.
But, you still don't like to leave
Before the end of the movie.
People you hate
Will get their hooks into you.
They'll pull you down.
You'll frown.
They'll tar you and drag you through town.
But, you still don't like to leave
Before the end of the movie.
No, you still don't like to leave
Before the end of the show.
.Curious, there's a rubber band tied around my wrist. You know, children who play with rubber bands are more likely to develop certain tendencies...
On my way home from work three days before Christmas, the police pulled me over to tell me that my passenger headlight was out. And that my registration had expired. And that it could be a very large fine. I got home and punched my headlight. It illuminated. It only serves that I don't break the law, and yet they still get me for hundreds upon hundreds of dollars.
I opened a letter from my brother who is imprisoned. It was interesting. I'll write him back. The part about my mother's first husband beating her in front of him wasn't very pleasant, though.
My father has again lain waste to the house upon his arrival. Everything is dirty. (The dishes were not done.) The door outside is broken. (It was broken before he even left.) He childishly left my cornstarch experiment on my bed, but then thought better of it and had Ryan put it back downstairs.
He then proceeded to lambaste Ryan. In short "Sort your fucking life out." While I complain about him on occasion, this was nowhere near the time for this. I told my father once that if he continued to be only judgmental and negative when I see him, that is when he is physically near me, I'll never want to see him again. I thought it stuck, but perhaps I wasn't clear.
My mother quit her job, which only make it all the more probable that she'll return to Lonnie.
Ryan is having quite a rough time with his girlfriend right before the holidays. It appears they have broken up.
Sad, during the holidays? Alone? Ah, Irony seems to enjoy my company, at least.
People you love
Will turn their backs on you.
You'll lose your hair,
Your teeth,
Your knife will fall out of its sheath.
But, you still don't like to leave
Before the end of the movie.
People you hate
Will get their hooks into you.
They'll pull you down.
You'll frown.
They'll tar you and drag you through town.
But, you still don't like to leave
Before the end of the movie.
No, you still don't like to leave
Before the end of the show.
.Curious, there's a rubber band tied around my wrist. You know, children who play with rubber bands are more likely to develop certain tendencies...