The sense that hours go back is enough I like to fade when I write this line.
So john mutherfucking frusciante is the best music artist in my opinion right now. I love his music, lyrics, voice. He is fabulous. his song The Real, is quite moving. Gah, I need to find another apt. My move out date is in t minus 3 months. I wanna live somewhere closer to dtown, but with the same amoount of rent I pay now, and thats pretty much impossible. Mikey was supersweet on valentines day, I got roses, a card and balloon. ( i think what he payed for it is absurd, but of course HEB can do that...cause they figure everyone is going to need shit.) then he took me to montana mikes steakhouse, and we had steak and shrimp with Blueee BIG margaritas! it was sooo good. We then proceeded to rent a mooovie, get high and have wonderfull sex instead. Then proceeded to eat ice cream...mmm. all in all a great nite. I dont understand why I have to be so picky towards mike, I expect him to be this superboyfriend that knows everything and does everything perfect, but i should snap into reality.....not one guy will be perfect. and well im not anywhere close to being the perfect girlfriend, I think its unfair for me to have such high expectations. Im not quite sure if we are meant to be together forever, but I know that right now he makes me happy, and thats all im going to worry about. My classes are going great, Work is work, Im only working 20-25 hours a week and paying all my bills, this means less money for pot and eating out, but well I suppose its better off this way huh. alright I think I have vented enough for one day. adios.
.The Real.
I don't know the real from what I Know I saw
I can't remember where I went
Where I was
I'm gonna move toward a point in time
Where where you are is a state of mind
And anytime I can read your thoughts
Some of them yours and some of them I thought up
There's no good reason for a heartbreak
Nothing's repeating every Monday
It's no good saying you'll always be mine
These jokes life's playing it makes me so tired
It's already to much to always seen you off
The sense that hours go back is enough
I like to fade when I write this line
There's every reason to paint a decline
And every mile I walk is five
I'll get where I'm going in the next life
And all the while there's a false face
This every killing is left untraced
This kind of falling saved my son
This constant longing for what's gone
.The Real.
I don't know the real from what I Know I saw
I can't remember where I went
Where I was
I'm gonna move toward a point in time
Where where you are is a state of mind
And anytime I can read your thoughts
Some of them yours and some of them I thought up
There's no good reason for a heartbreak
Nothing's repeating every Monday
It's no good saying you'll always be mine
These jokes life's playing it makes me so tired
It's already to much to always seen you off
The sense that hours go back is enough
I like to fade when I write this line
There's every reason to paint a decline
And every mile I walk is five
I'll get where I'm going in the next life
And all the while there's a false face
This every killing is left untraced
This kind of falling saved my son
This constant longing for what's gone