Mar 27, 2005 20:10
I never seem to find a reason
to let you in again, or forgive you
I’m sick of feeling like I need you
knowing I never did
but I miss you...
Taking and breaking and hating
I remember all you said to me now
Faking, forsaking and failing
my memories are all stained again
Let me get inside your head
Let me show you I’m prepared
Let me stick my needles in
And let me hurt you again
FUCK YOU FOR KILLING ME!!! MEEE!!!
ha. I was in the mood for some I HATE YOU! metal-ish stuff today. hence the above. Am I in a predatory mood? maybe, but that scratchin' cat is definetly hot. Rrrawr, kitty.
guess who has a job. Just guess. Kay's pizza, bitches. Dishwasher. Yeahh.
Washing dishes is not fun, but my fellow dishwasher Dana (an 8th grader who could pass for a senior) happens to be an awesome person. Plus the busboy has a nice ass. Brandon Evans is one of the pizza makers and a pain in the ass but I can live with that.
Fri. was a really busy day, because not only was it friday, it was GOOD friday, which means no meat, i guess. So everyone wanted to get pizza. It was insane. At one point there were 10 buckets of dirty dishes. I didn't get to go home till like 11:30.
today is easter. happy resurrection jesus. I got an easter basket! I love being a little kid when it's to my advantage. I want to get easter baskets till the day I die.
that's all for today. I hope you had fun reading this.