he came home on acid i was holding his shot gun
i was dressed like tina turner in beyond thunderdome.
I forgot about dear, dear Kimya Dawson. How could I? I'm not sure. Thank you, Christoph for the intext searh thing, as it has revolutionized my life!
Well, so this is awkward because I'm not at all used to writing in this dealmabob. I should probably write my English essay soon. I'm actually a little bit excited about it, work and play! Well, I just got back from a really like slow and tame Fall Break. It was fun, though. Not that I can remember any specific incident from it or anything. It always feels weird to come back to the dorm room after being home, especially this time because everything was like unplugged. Because plugging things in is disorienting, as we all are aware of. I really like school lately. Or, at all, whatever. And I have this cool poetry research literary biography paper due soon, that's really exciting. I'm really good at practicing not using the word really, which we all know is really bad. Anyway, the editor of the literary magazine said that my poems were very good. Most likely because I'm the best smelling person on the staff, but I am greatful regardless.
The only things I can think of are lyrics and moments from WALK THE LINE. I keep singing the credit song, "Oh you big-mouthed woman!" "You long-legged guiutar-pickin' man!" "But we can work it out, yes ma'am, I think we can."
lean on my shoulder,
too much shit going on
hurry hurry hurry hurry cos i think i'm gonna go insane.
you can call the goddamn fire department,
that's the last time i'll ever let you in!
I forgot about dear, dear Kimya Dawson. How could I? I'm not sure. Thank you, Christoph for the intext searh thing, as it has revolutionized my life!
Well, so this is awkward because I'm not at all used to writing in this dealmabob. I should probably write my English essay soon. I'm actually a little bit excited about it, work and play! Well, I just got back from a really like slow and tame Fall Break. It was fun, though. Not that I can remember any specific incident from it or anything. It always feels weird to come back to the dorm room after being home, especially this time because everything was like unplugged. Because plugging things in is disorienting, as we all are aware of. I really like school lately. Or, at all, whatever. And I have this cool poetry research literary biography paper due soon, that's really exciting. I'm really good at practicing not using the word really, which we all know is really bad. Anyway, the editor of the literary magazine said that my poems were very good. Most likely because I'm the best smelling person on the staff, but I am greatful regardless.
The only things I can think of are lyrics and moments from WALK THE LINE. I keep singing the credit song, "Oh you big-mouthed woman!" "You long-legged guiutar-pickin' man!" "But we can work it out, yes ma'am, I think we can."
lean on my shoulder,
too much shit going on
hurry hurry hurry hurry cos i think i'm gonna go insane.
you can call the goddamn fire department,
that's the last time i'll ever let you in!