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Are there any songs that you listen to that you absolutely love, but they just make you really sad? Or am I just way to empathetic? For some reason I find this to be very sad:
Do you remember me?
How we used to be
Helpless, and happy, and blind?
Sunk without hope
In a haze of good dope and cheap wine...
Laying on the living-room floor
On those Indian tapestry cushions you made...
Thinking of calling our first born Jasmine or Jade
Don't do it!
Don't do it!
Don't do it to me!
Don't think about it...
Don't think about it...
Don't think about it...
Don't think about what it might be...
Don't get up to open the door!
Just stay with me here on the floor
It's gonna get cold in the 1970's...
And it goes on from there, but how many times do people go through and read posted lyrics? (I mean, I do, but I'm a freak)
In other news, my aunt is here...and that's not necessarily a good thing. She's kind of a leech. People that know me have heard about all this. Ugh. And she always has a bunch of crap to unload, which sucks even more now because we live in an upstairs apartment. We went out just a minute ago and she has a full icechest, plus a box for me to carry. I asked if I could just carry the icechest (because it's FUCKING heavy) and she says, "Well, the box isn't that heavy!" Ashley, you're the only one who'll get this next part:
"You're name is TOBY!" *whipcrack*
And she's here through Wednesday morning. She's upsetting my "leave the apartment a shithole until mom gets back from Colorado" plans. And I'm going to have to cart her around town, I'm sure. I mean, I love driving...when I'm by myself. That way I can blast my music as loud as I want, and not have to worry about focusing on inane conversation while dealing with Norman traffic. GOD DAMN IT! As long as she pays for shit. I have minimal funds without having to pay for her massive meals. I do'nt mean to be rude, and I love her...she's family...but sometimes...aargh!
Do you remember me?
How we used to be
Helpless, and happy, and blind?
Sunk without hope
In a haze of good dope and cheap wine...
Laying on the living-room floor
On those Indian tapestry cushions you made...
Thinking of calling our first born Jasmine or Jade
Don't do it!
Don't do it!
Don't do it to me!
Don't think about it...
Don't think about it...
Don't think about it...
Don't think about what it might be...
Don't get up to open the door!
Just stay with me here on the floor
It's gonna get cold in the 1970's...
And it goes on from there, but how many times do people go through and read posted lyrics? (I mean, I do, but I'm a freak)
In other news, my aunt is here...and that's not necessarily a good thing. She's kind of a leech. People that know me have heard about all this. Ugh. And she always has a bunch of crap to unload, which sucks even more now because we live in an upstairs apartment. We went out just a minute ago and she has a full icechest, plus a box for me to carry. I asked if I could just carry the icechest (because it's FUCKING heavy) and she says, "Well, the box isn't that heavy!" Ashley, you're the only one who'll get this next part:
"You're name is TOBY!" *whipcrack*
And she's here through Wednesday morning. She's upsetting my "leave the apartment a shithole until mom gets back from Colorado" plans. And I'm going to have to cart her around town, I'm sure. I mean, I love driving...when I'm by myself. That way I can blast my music as loud as I want, and not have to worry about focusing on inane conversation while dealing with Norman traffic. GOD DAMN IT! As long as she pays for shit. I have minimal funds without having to pay for her massive meals. I do'nt mean to be rude, and I love her...she's family...but sometimes...aargh!