I'm a sick freak.
I'm so ready to continue the fun that I can't think of anything to do right now. I can't wait for tommorrow to pass so I can vent some more. Because deep down I know she's going to try to act like it's all cool, like I'm not "really" mad at her, like she didn't "really" just try a coup and fail miserably... and I can't wait to tear into her again.
So I'm hopping between websites waiting for time to pass. And, like always, when you want it to fly it crawls. Jesus christ I've looked at the clock 6 times in the last minute. I guess I'm getting addicted to venting my anger again...
I'm so ready to go I'm not even changing my current song... and I don't usually listen to my acid jazz. Somebody help me....
EDIT: I even forgot my lyric joy.
"Sung to sleep by sycophantic choirs
You preferred the company of liars
They made you feel admired
But one by one they turned their backs on you
The ranks of your detractors grew and grew
When they learned the truth"
--from "Complacent", by Assemblage 23.
So I'm hopping between websites waiting for time to pass. And, like always, when you want it to fly it crawls. Jesus christ I've looked at the clock 6 times in the last minute. I guess I'm getting addicted to venting my anger again...
I'm so ready to go I'm not even changing my current song... and I don't usually listen to my acid jazz. Somebody help me....
EDIT: I even forgot my lyric joy.
"Sung to sleep by sycophantic choirs
You preferred the company of liars
They made you feel admired
But one by one they turned their backs on you
The ranks of your detractors grew and grew
When they learned the truth"
--from "Complacent", by Assemblage 23.