34 - But you can't refuse, and you just can't do, what she's gonna do -
Man, I can't believe we're like halfway through November already. Where the fuck did it go?! I barely even remember October!
with notable exceptions
Zakuuuuuuuuuu, Kinnikinnnnns, let's do that thing where we make noise in a vaguely-intelligible, sort-of-orchestrated fashion. IE band practice. Todd's been hinting about a big gig he might possibly almost kinda be lining up for us, so I GUESS we should come up with more material/be awesome enough to land it.
'Coffeecups collect in sinks
And rain dusts my windowpane
Rorschach stares from blots of ink
Winter shakes its icy mane
The fire doesn't crackle in the hearth
For no hearth this home provides
There's mold grown green along the bath
And mildew pinkly coincides
With the haze of zombie ambulance
From figures roaming chilly halls
That serves as mindless remonstrance
To the moneypit that caws and calls.'
Yeah, fuck winter. My head feels dead.
Though I guess that could just be the hangover...
P.S: Tem, you suck. I mean that in a loving and caring and sharing way. ♥
with notable exceptions
Zakuuuuuuuuuu, Kinnikinnnnns, let's do that thing where we make noise in a vaguely-intelligible, sort-of-orchestrated fashion. IE band practice. Todd's been hinting about a big gig he might possibly almost kinda be lining up for us, so I GUESS we should come up with more material/be awesome enough to land it.
'Coffeecups collect in sinks
And rain dusts my windowpane
Rorschach stares from blots of ink
Winter shakes its icy mane
The fire doesn't crackle in the hearth
For no hearth this home provides
There's mold grown green along the bath
And mildew pinkly coincides
With the haze of zombie ambulance
From figures roaming chilly halls
That serves as mindless remonstrance
To the moneypit that caws and calls.'
Yeah, fuck winter. My head feels dead.
Though I guess that could just be the hangover...
P.S: Tem, you suck. I mean that in a loving and caring and sharing way. ♥