HIT ME!
My punching bag talks to me. It asks to be hit. What can I say? I'm a nice guy, so I hit it.
Did I ever mention how much I love that damned thing? It's been down for a year, and I just put it up yesterday. I don't know why, exactly, but I feel alot better after going about five sessions with it in the past two days. You'd think it was sex or something. I guess that violence was just born and bred into me, and I'm not being myself if I try to deny that part of me. Awhile back it took me down a road that wasn't so good. I suppose it was because I let it drag me along, instead of making it part of me.
I suppose I need to start figuring out just what the hell I am. There's parts to me I don't want, parts to me I wish I had, and things about me I ignore. The hard part seems like figuring out which of those bits really are mine, and which parts need to get the fuck out of Dodge, no? Life, she is funny.
Other things - Natalie Merchant owns me. Damn you, Nikki, for ganking my damn NM CD and never returning it.
Ophelia was tempest, cyclone.. a goddamned hurricane
Your common sense, your best defense... lay wasted and in vain.
For Ophelia knows your every woe, and every pain you ever had.
She'd sympathize and dry your eyes, and help you to forget.
... and help you to forget.
Ophelia's mind went wandering, you'd wonder where she'd gone.
Through secret doors, down corridors, she wanders evermore...
Yah, so I have a big girly streak through my music collection. Sue me, nooch. I guess I've always felt like Ophelia, in that song. One day I'll put up the whole set of lyrics so it makes a little more sense.
... I don't feel like a woman, though. You sickos.
Anjin-san off.
Did I ever mention how much I love that damned thing? It's been down for a year, and I just put it up yesterday. I don't know why, exactly, but I feel alot better after going about five sessions with it in the past two days. You'd think it was sex or something. I guess that violence was just born and bred into me, and I'm not being myself if I try to deny that part of me. Awhile back it took me down a road that wasn't so good. I suppose it was because I let it drag me along, instead of making it part of me.
I suppose I need to start figuring out just what the hell I am. There's parts to me I don't want, parts to me I wish I had, and things about me I ignore. The hard part seems like figuring out which of those bits really are mine, and which parts need to get the fuck out of Dodge, no? Life, she is funny.
Other things - Natalie Merchant owns me. Damn you, Nikki, for ganking my damn NM CD and never returning it.
Ophelia was tempest, cyclone.. a goddamned hurricane
Your common sense, your best defense... lay wasted and in vain.
For Ophelia knows your every woe, and every pain you ever had.
She'd sympathize and dry your eyes, and help you to forget.
... and help you to forget.
Ophelia's mind went wandering, you'd wonder where she'd gone.
Through secret doors, down corridors, she wanders evermore...
Yah, so I have a big girly streak through my music collection. Sue me, nooch. I guess I've always felt like Ophelia, in that song. One day I'll put up the whole set of lyrics so it makes a little more sense.
... I don't feel like a woman, though. You sickos.
Anjin-san off.