i was walking downtown...
What is today....tuesday...okay. I have my bearings now. I got my balls on my barbells changed, so they're smaller and look/feel better. its sweet. I took out my navel ring. i dont know if i want to put it back in...maybe later, but right now, kinda seeing what its like without one...so far, theres no difference. I have a knot in my shoulder, but aside from that, today was good. I shouldve done more reading, but instead i was a myspace whore. ah well. Its mats birthday today. I was the first one to call him, not that it was a competition....in fact, it def wasnt. I just wanted to let him know that i cared. and i do. happy birthday mat. I'm sorry i cant get you a decent present...i guess i just...idk. anyway...
yeah so...i dont really have anything else to say. I'm going over to bobbys to steal his cable and watch nip/tuck. I think i'm coming back here and reading afterwards....as long as i dont login to myspace first. arg. I need to make some new friends....real ones...like in real life....like not internet life. anyway, yeah. I hope tomorrow's sunny. Here's a song, it puts a smile on my face. spill canvas....i love you.
You're captivating while evading
all the questions I have for you like,
"What exactly makes you tick?"
When the guilt sets in tell me
what exactly are we going to do?
Your tongue is wet with a top secret passion
I hope I am the cause of it
I'll navigate this unsturdy vessel filled with a soft sea pillows and blankets
And I fight the urge to explore
the vastness of your curse I adore
You know I, I hate you
No, I hate you more
You know I, I love you
No, I love you more
Yes, it's true
You've brainwashed me and now I'm more confused
I still somehow hope I end up with you
Yes, it's true
I romanticize every single thing I do
Especially when it comes to you
I've sunken in the quicksands of love
and I don't want you to rescue me
Screw what my supposed friends think
It's obvious they reek of jealousy
It's obvious they reek of jealousy
And I fight the urge to explore
the vastness of your curse I adore
You know I, I hate you
No, I hate you more
You know I, I love you
No, I love you more
Yes, it's true
You've brainwashed me and now I'm more confused
I still somehow hope I end up with you
Yes, it's true
I romanticize every single thing I do
Especially when it comes to you
I hope to God I mean a little more then the sounds that escape your tired 4 A.M. lips
And oh-how I wish I meant a little more then a symphony of heavy breathing and the friction of hips
Yes, it's true
You've brainwashed me and now I'm more confused
I still somehow hope I end up with you
Yes, it's true
I romanticize every single thing I do
Especially when it comes to you
himerus.and.eros/the.spill.canvas
"every girl is always waiting for something romantic to happen. the bitch of it is, something romantic always happens the second we're not waiting for it."
yeah so...i dont really have anything else to say. I'm going over to bobbys to steal his cable and watch nip/tuck. I think i'm coming back here and reading afterwards....as long as i dont login to myspace first. arg. I need to make some new friends....real ones...like in real life....like not internet life. anyway, yeah. I hope tomorrow's sunny. Here's a song, it puts a smile on my face. spill canvas....i love you.
You're captivating while evading
all the questions I have for you like,
"What exactly makes you tick?"
When the guilt sets in tell me
what exactly are we going to do?
Your tongue is wet with a top secret passion
I hope I am the cause of it
I'll navigate this unsturdy vessel filled with a soft sea pillows and blankets
And I fight the urge to explore
the vastness of your curse I adore
You know I, I hate you
No, I hate you more
You know I, I love you
No, I love you more
Yes, it's true
You've brainwashed me and now I'm more confused
I still somehow hope I end up with you
Yes, it's true
I romanticize every single thing I do
Especially when it comes to you
I've sunken in the quicksands of love
and I don't want you to rescue me
Screw what my supposed friends think
It's obvious they reek of jealousy
It's obvious they reek of jealousy
And I fight the urge to explore
the vastness of your curse I adore
You know I, I hate you
No, I hate you more
You know I, I love you
No, I love you more
Yes, it's true
You've brainwashed me and now I'm more confused
I still somehow hope I end up with you
Yes, it's true
I romanticize every single thing I do
Especially when it comes to you
I hope to God I mean a little more then the sounds that escape your tired 4 A.M. lips
And oh-how I wish I meant a little more then a symphony of heavy breathing and the friction of hips
Yes, it's true
You've brainwashed me and now I'm more confused
I still somehow hope I end up with you
Yes, it's true
I romanticize every single thing I do
Especially when it comes to you
himerus.and.eros/the.spill.canvas
"every girl is always waiting for something romantic to happen. the bitch of it is, something romantic always happens the second we're not waiting for it."