The rest is still unwritten.
I don’t want friends anymore. Or relationships. Maybe there are a certain few that I need, but other than that I just want to be alone. Spring is here, finally..but I’m still not in the mood. Quitting vices, moving, still gotta do my taxes, gotta hear about Holly’s “new” job, and Steph’s first date with her new douche-bag (hey I didn’t say it, I’ve never met him).. Everything in my mind is just a cluster-fuck of everybody else. I need to work on myself for a minute, but I just have absolutely no fucking interest whatsoever. So I’m just gonna sit at the computer and write about it cos that’s what I do when I’m angsty and despondent. Actually, I don’t even feel like writing about it, it’s a nice day, I ought to do something productive. Oh, I’ll have the usual. A nice heaping scoop of cheesy mashed potatoes and a big side of LIES!!!!!!
I’m disowning my television and my FM radio and all electronics stores, malls and places that play popular music until that god awful Mary J. Blige song is out of circulation. I caught myself singing it the other day, which means that I know the words. The next step is liking it, but no offense Mary J., though I admit this isn’t your worst song yet, I’m just not ready to make that commitment. (but we been too strong fo’ too long)
*sings* “Real love…I’m searchin’ fo a reeal loove..” (Hair weave.. my baby’s gotsa hair weave…)
I’m disowning my television and my FM radio and all electronics stores, malls and places that play popular music until that god awful Mary J. Blige song is out of circulation. I caught myself singing it the other day, which means that I know the words. The next step is liking it, but no offense Mary J., though I admit this isn’t your worst song yet, I’m just not ready to make that commitment. (but we been too strong fo’ too long)
*sings* “Real love…I’m searchin’ fo a reeal loove..” (Hair weave.. my baby’s gotsa hair weave…)