A more light-hearted post.
Isn't it funny how people will listen to the same emo songs over and over because they think the lyrics are describing them? I do this a lot, and I am sure that I am not the only one. The funny part is when you really stop to listen to the words, you realize that they are seldom accurate. For example...
I can't remember the time or place.
Sure I do.
Or what you wearing.
Actually, I do.
It's unclear about how we met.
No! No, it's really not.
All I know it was the best conversation that I've ever had.
One of many. Well, 1 out of 4 ain't bad.
Some conversations are inevitable. Fate is the one thing that no one can outrun.
..So that's my story. I hope you don't hate me.
..You're such an asshole. But you did what you had to do, and most people are afraid to do that. I respect the the fact that you got things done, no matter what it took.
Next, when I talk to flaming homosexuals, am I supposed to assume that they have feelings like little girls? Am I supposed to sidestep "sensitive" issues like their weight, even if it is disgustingly evident?
..It reminds me of last summer. There were girls all over me.
..So you only gained this most recent 80 pounds since arriving at school?
..[later]
..Oh my God! That was so mean! I can't believe he didn't cry!
..But think about all those girls names he was besmirching. He's fat, ugly and gay! No girl would go near that.
..Well, it's true, but you didn't have to say it!
Oh, sure. I am the mean one.
..I fucking hate faggots.
..Dude, that's awful.
..No, I mean, gay people are fine. I just hate faggots.
And lastly, maybe we're all a little gay.
..I posted it in my journal, too, which I guess was a little untactful on my part.
..Wait, you have a journal? You're such a 'mo.
..What? No I'm not! It's like an onli--
..I'm just kidding.
I can't remember the time or place.
Sure I do.
Or what you wearing.
Actually, I do.
It's unclear about how we met.
No! No, it's really not.
All I know it was the best conversation that I've ever had.
One of many. Well, 1 out of 4 ain't bad.
Some conversations are inevitable. Fate is the one thing that no one can outrun.
..So that's my story. I hope you don't hate me.
..You're such an asshole. But you did what you had to do, and most people are afraid to do that. I respect the the fact that you got things done, no matter what it took.
Next, when I talk to flaming homosexuals, am I supposed to assume that they have feelings like little girls? Am I supposed to sidestep "sensitive" issues like their weight, even if it is disgustingly evident?
..It reminds me of last summer. There were girls all over me.
..So you only gained this most recent 80 pounds since arriving at school?
..[later]
..Oh my God! That was so mean! I can't believe he didn't cry!
..But think about all those girls names he was besmirching. He's fat, ugly and gay! No girl would go near that.
..Well, it's true, but you didn't have to say it!
Oh, sure. I am the mean one.
..I fucking hate faggots.
..Dude, that's awful.
..No, I mean, gay people are fine. I just hate faggots.
And lastly, maybe we're all a little gay.
..I posted it in my journal, too, which I guess was a little untactful on my part.
..Wait, you have a journal? You're such a 'mo.
..What? No I'm not! It's like an onli--
..I'm just kidding.