"windshield wipers slappin' time"
So LJ just ate my last entry. Figures. This one will be better, complete with angry eloquence.
I finally discovered why I'm been reading books for the last 18 years instead of talking to real people.
Because you are full of shit.
And no, if you are wondering why I'm writing this then it probably doesn't refer to you and I still love you. *hugs* (even if you do leave crap comments and are going to yell at me later for using a livejournal to be all pissy in or if you are on my friends list and so forth this is a shite disclaimer ain't it?)
If you have any real inkling that it might be referring to you, then it probably does.
Taking Back Sunday lyric - "you're such a sucker for a sweet talker" my favorite angry cd, and yes, I am a sucker. Completely. I am getting played with like a little puppet with a painted on smile who dances whenever the curtain rises.
Sadly, I am quite forgiving and will probably forget about this madness tomorrow. Or I'll throw myself into some Anna Karenina - if you know the story you'll realize the depressing moping mood I feel like being in. I hate saying this so much but I have to, and after all, it's my fault for being stupid. I should know better, that other people don't think or feel the same way I do about certain things. Obviously I should not hope for too much or look too optimistically at situations.
I'm sorry the fact that I'm more upset has more to do with me than anyone else, probably. I was due for a whiny entry.
I finally discovered why I'm been reading books for the last 18 years instead of talking to real people.
Because you are full of shit.
And no, if you are wondering why I'm writing this then it probably doesn't refer to you and I still love you. *hugs* (even if you do leave crap comments and are going to yell at me later for using a livejournal to be all pissy in or if you are on my friends list and so forth this is a shite disclaimer ain't it?)
If you have any real inkling that it might be referring to you, then it probably does.
Taking Back Sunday lyric - "you're such a sucker for a sweet talker" my favorite angry cd, and yes, I am a sucker. Completely. I am getting played with like a little puppet with a painted on smile who dances whenever the curtain rises.
Sadly, I am quite forgiving and will probably forget about this madness tomorrow. Or I'll throw myself into some Anna Karenina - if you know the story you'll realize the depressing moping mood I feel like being in. I hate saying this so much but I have to, and after all, it's my fault for being stupid. I should know better, that other people don't think or feel the same way I do about certain things. Obviously I should not hope for too much or look too optimistically at situations.
I'm sorry the fact that I'm more upset has more to do with me than anyone else, probably. I was due for a whiny entry.