and you will know us by the trail of the empty bottles.
A new layout and a friends list cut (um, sorry) - pretty much testimony to the fact that I am now an LJ-nerd.
I'm also a list nerd. I love lists. They calm me. Lists and I are like this...
LIST&ME
That's as close as you can get. Unless you're on top of each other, and I don't think sex with a list would be so satisfying. Or possible.
Things I Should Stop Doing
Listening to Bright Eyes.
Fantasising about ----------.
Being honest.
Reading the Sunday Mail.
Wanting to smoke.
Avoiding that conversation.
You fry me in a pan, you cook me in can, you stretch me with your hands, you fry me in a pan, you love to watch me bake, you serve me up with cake, and that's a big mistake.
What the fuck does that mean? Props to you Ben, for that piece of lyrical genius. I wonder if he looks back and cringes.
I wanted someone to say Happy Easter all day so I could say 'Sorry, I'm Jewish'. Which I'm not. But you know, it'd be cool to say it. But nobody wanted to me to have a Happy Easter. This makes me sad. Well, not really. I knew Jesus, he was cool, but you know, he wasn't that cool.
Ok, this is last LJ entry I'll post in one of those I-can't-sleep-and-have-a-whacked-sense-of-what-I-would-like-to-think-is-humour moods.
I'm also a list nerd. I love lists. They calm me. Lists and I are like this...
LIST&ME
That's as close as you can get. Unless you're on top of each other, and I don't think sex with a list would be so satisfying. Or possible.
Things I Should Stop Doing
You fry me in a pan, you cook me in can, you stretch me with your hands, you fry me in a pan, you love to watch me bake, you serve me up with cake, and that's a big mistake.
What the fuck does that mean? Props to you Ben, for that piece of lyrical genius. I wonder if he looks back and cringes.
I wanted someone to say Happy Easter all day so I could say 'Sorry, I'm Jewish'. Which I'm not. But you know, it'd be cool to say it. But nobody wanted to me to have a Happy Easter. This makes me sad. Well, not really. I knew Jesus, he was cool, but you know, he wasn't that cool.
Ok, this is last LJ entry I'll post in one of those I-can't-sleep-and-have-a-whacked-sense-of-what-I-would-like-to-think-is-humour moods.