If I could keep up this complexion, I could be a suicide girl
I just typed a really long entry. Then LJ decided to be a bitch.
I'm still tired , but I can't sleep anymore. I still feel like shit. I'd like to take a buble bath, but that would involve scrubbing the bath tub first (people's feet were in there...sick!)I don't have the strength or the energy.
I was playing around with my make-up and I tried on this Revlon colorstay stuff I've never used. I looked super-hot: sickly pale, rusty-red hair, pouty blood-red lips. Very Brody-esque. I would totally do myself. Too bad this lipstick stays as well as it promised; I can't get it off.
Too many posts today. they'll stop
"Keep up this everyday is Saturday attitude,
and hope the work just disappears.
If I don't lift a finger long enough,
everyone is bound to forget about me.
Excuses come to me so easily. It's so easy these days.
Champion of the excuse.
Maybe I can keep this one up long enough
for everyone to just forget about me.
I'm looking back, straight back,
tell me now who chose the right road?
Me, or that that kid whose a success.
Maybe I found something tht I found more enjoyable,
something known as happiness.
So pull the needles from your eyes,
because being out of my mind is being out of sight,
and I'll be slipping by just fine.
So just forget about me,
because I'm done with your world
and I'm moving on to my dreams."
Prophetic? I like to think so. Rock on Andriano.
I'm still tired , but I can't sleep anymore. I still feel like shit. I'd like to take a buble bath, but that would involve scrubbing the bath tub first (people's feet were in there...sick!)I don't have the strength or the energy.
I was playing around with my make-up and I tried on this Revlon colorstay stuff I've never used. I looked super-hot: sickly pale, rusty-red hair, pouty blood-red lips. Very Brody-esque. I would totally do myself. Too bad this lipstick stays as well as it promised; I can't get it off.
Too many posts today. they'll stop
"Keep up this everyday is Saturday attitude,
and hope the work just disappears.
If I don't lift a finger long enough,
everyone is bound to forget about me.
Excuses come to me so easily. It's so easy these days.
Champion of the excuse.
Maybe I can keep this one up long enough
for everyone to just forget about me.
I'm looking back, straight back,
tell me now who chose the right road?
Me, or that that kid whose a success.
Maybe I found something tht I found more enjoyable,
something known as happiness.
So pull the needles from your eyes,
because being out of my mind is being out of sight,
and I'll be slipping by just fine.
So just forget about me,
because I'm done with your world
and I'm moving on to my dreams."
Prophetic? I like to think so. Rock on Andriano.