The odd 'ting or two
So blah, the last couple of days have been kinda shit. (Well, that's a lie.. I had the most wonderful time on the phone yesterday.) But yeah, I spent yesterday evening and most of this evening playing around with my Livejournal layout. That wouldn't be such a bad thing... but it still looks pretty crap, just a more unique kind of crap now.
To top it all off, all my experiments at work failed over the past few days. And to top even that the brakes on my bike conked out today and I didn't realize until I was going at speed around a corner which required me to brake hard.
...let me just say that the hedge which stopped me was very spikey.
Also, the following lyrics have nothing to do with anything going on with me, but I really like them and I really like the song.
What do you want of me?
What do you long from me?
A slim pixie, thin and forlorn?
A count, white and drawn?
What do you make of me?
What can you take from me?
Pallid landscapes off my frown,
Let me rip you up and down.
For you I came to forsake,
Lay wide despise and hate.
I sing of you in my demented songs
For you and your stimulations.
Take what you can of me,
Rip what you can off me,
And this I'll say to you
And hope that it gets through;
You worthless bitch.
You fickle shit.
You would spit on me,
You would make me spit.
And when the Judas hour arrives
And like the Jesus Jews you epitomize,
I'll still be here as strong as you
And I'll walk away in spite of you...
And I'll walk away...
Walk away...
To top it all off, all my experiments at work failed over the past few days. And to top even that the brakes on my bike conked out today and I didn't realize until I was going at speed around a corner which required me to brake hard.
...let me just say that the hedge which stopped me was very spikey.
Also, the following lyrics have nothing to do with anything going on with me, but I really like them and I really like the song.
What do you want of me?
What do you long from me?
A slim pixie, thin and forlorn?
A count, white and drawn?
What do you make of me?
What can you take from me?
Pallid landscapes off my frown,
Let me rip you up and down.
For you I came to forsake,
Lay wide despise and hate.
I sing of you in my demented songs
For you and your stimulations.
Take what you can of me,
Rip what you can off me,
And this I'll say to you
And hope that it gets through;
You worthless bitch.
You fickle shit.
You would spit on me,
You would make me spit.
And when the Judas hour arrives
And like the Jesus Jews you epitomize,
I'll still be here as strong as you
And I'll walk away in spite of you...
And I'll walk away...
Walk away...