La merde frappe le ventilateur...
That's French for "The shit hits the fan..."
Things are done. I'm done. I can't keep caring and then being criticized for not caring. Think I never loved you, go ahead, whatever makes you feel better. Don't talk to me, go ahead. Nobody knows what's going on inside my head or my heart but me, and I thank my friends who understand where I'm coming from. I don't have to prove anything to anyone about how I felt / feel. All I know is I'm happy now. When things are one-sided, you find a way out and seek happiness. Life will get better, for the both of us.
I was walking around campus today delivering some letters for work and I was listening to Pink's God Is A DJ and it just really hit me that everything will be alright and I really need to live without regret. Things are bad now, but when things get bad, they go up from there.
"Unaffected by rumors, the truth...I don't care. So open your mouth and stick out your tongue. You might as well let go, you can't take back what you've done. So find a new lifestyle, a reason to smile. Look for nirvana. Under the strobe lights, sequins and sex dreams you whisper to me, 'There's no reason to cry'...You take what you get and you get what you give. Don't run from yourself, man, that's no way to live. I've got a record in my bag, you should give it a spin. Throw your hands in the air so that life can begin...Life is a dancefloor. You get what you're given. It's all how you use it."
One thing I do love is how people talk like they know what's going on. Keep talking. It's entertaining.
I think I'm getting sick. The back of my throat is scratchy. And I'm so annoyed with runny noses that I'm shooting Zicam up my nose so often that it burns to breathe. I will NOT deal with a runny nose right now.
Kylie's new video for "Giving You Up" is terrible. I should've directed it.
I hope this weekend proves to be entertaining. Tonight I have to go home for a quick minute to make a cameo at Babcia's birthday party. Then who knows what after that. It's Chris' 21st birthday weekend and he can't even celebrate it because of exams coming up. So there will be no party for that.
I'm done, I'm done, I'm done, I'm done, I'm done, I'm done.
Jungle creatures make me happy now.
Damien...please!
Things are done. I'm done. I can't keep caring and then being criticized for not caring. Think I never loved you, go ahead, whatever makes you feel better. Don't talk to me, go ahead. Nobody knows what's going on inside my head or my heart but me, and I thank my friends who understand where I'm coming from. I don't have to prove anything to anyone about how I felt / feel. All I know is I'm happy now. When things are one-sided, you find a way out and seek happiness. Life will get better, for the both of us.
I was walking around campus today delivering some letters for work and I was listening to Pink's God Is A DJ and it just really hit me that everything will be alright and I really need to live without regret. Things are bad now, but when things get bad, they go up from there.
"Unaffected by rumors, the truth...I don't care. So open your mouth and stick out your tongue. You might as well let go, you can't take back what you've done. So find a new lifestyle, a reason to smile. Look for nirvana. Under the strobe lights, sequins and sex dreams you whisper to me, 'There's no reason to cry'...You take what you get and you get what you give. Don't run from yourself, man, that's no way to live. I've got a record in my bag, you should give it a spin. Throw your hands in the air so that life can begin...Life is a dancefloor. You get what you're given. It's all how you use it."
One thing I do love is how people talk like they know what's going on. Keep talking. It's entertaining.
I think I'm getting sick. The back of my throat is scratchy. And I'm so annoyed with runny noses that I'm shooting Zicam up my nose so often that it burns to breathe. I will NOT deal with a runny nose right now.
Kylie's new video for "Giving You Up" is terrible. I should've directed it.
I hope this weekend proves to be entertaining. Tonight I have to go home for a quick minute to make a cameo at Babcia's birthday party. Then who knows what after that. It's Chris' 21st birthday weekend and he can't even celebrate it because of exams coming up. So there will be no party for that.
I'm done, I'm done, I'm done, I'm done, I'm done, I'm done.
Jungle creatures make me happy now.
Damien...please!