NCW, making out, and Bon Jovi
I can't sleep on NCW eve. Of course.
I'm in the mood to make out, flagrantly. Like in a fit of passion, go make out in an office cluttered with papers and shit. And while holding the girl with one arm, violently shove all those materials in the air and to the floor. And just go to town on the desk. Roll around and like knock the mouse and keyboard over. Make it look like a fuckin hurricane ran through there. I guess you can rate making out on a scale of F-1 through F-5.
I also want to have sex in the Women's Resource Center before I graduate. Just because, well, c'mon. I love irony.
It's amazing how many Bon Jovi song lyrics I am currently enamored with. Here's a few, just for you. I think they read better in prose form:
I tried to make you happy. You know I tried so hard to be what you hoped that I would be. I gave you what wanted. God couldn't give you what you need. You wanted more from me than I could ever be. You wanted heart and soul, but you didn't know, baby. Wild, wild is the wind that takes me away from you. Cold is the night without your love to see me through. And baby, wild, wild is the wind that blows through my heart.
And there's a million questions I could ask about our lives. But I only need one answer to get me through the night. And I say, "Baby can you tell me just where we fit in. I call it love, they call it livin' in sin."
Through the years and miles between us it's been a long and lonely ride. But if I got a call in the dead of the night I'd be right by your side. Blood on blood. One on one. We'd still be standing when all is said and done. Blood on blood. One on one. And I'll be here for you till Kingdom come. Blood on blood. We were brothers.
Ugh. Gotta sleep and meet Tighe soon.
I'm in the mood to make out, flagrantly. Like in a fit of passion, go make out in an office cluttered with papers and shit. And while holding the girl with one arm, violently shove all those materials in the air and to the floor. And just go to town on the desk. Roll around and like knock the mouse and keyboard over. Make it look like a fuckin hurricane ran through there. I guess you can rate making out on a scale of F-1 through F-5.
I also want to have sex in the Women's Resource Center before I graduate. Just because, well, c'mon. I love irony.
It's amazing how many Bon Jovi song lyrics I am currently enamored with. Here's a few, just for you. I think they read better in prose form:
I tried to make you happy. You know I tried so hard to be what you hoped that I would be. I gave you what wanted. God couldn't give you what you need. You wanted more from me than I could ever be. You wanted heart and soul, but you didn't know, baby. Wild, wild is the wind that takes me away from you. Cold is the night without your love to see me through. And baby, wild, wild is the wind that blows through my heart.
And there's a million questions I could ask about our lives. But I only need one answer to get me through the night. And I say, "Baby can you tell me just where we fit in. I call it love, they call it livin' in sin."
Through the years and miles between us it's been a long and lonely ride. But if I got a call in the dead of the night I'd be right by your side. Blood on blood. One on one. We'd still be standing when all is said and done. Blood on blood. One on one. And I'll be here for you till Kingdom come. Blood on blood. We were brothers.
Ugh. Gotta sleep and meet Tighe soon.