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not now, i'm bleeding. current song: the cardigans - paralyzed this is where your sanity gives in and love begins never lose your grip don't trip don't fall you'll lose it all the sweetest way to die it lies inside you can not hide it's the meanest fire oh, it's a strange desire you can not lie that's a needless fight this is where your sanity gives in and love begins never lose your grip don't trip don't fall you'll lose it all the sweetest way to die when your blood runs dry you're paralyzed it will eat your mind did you hold it back it comes to you in slow attacks it's the meanest fire this is where your sanity gives in and love begins never lose your grip don't trip don't fall you'll lose it all this is where your sanity gives in and love begins never lose your grip don't trip don't fall you'll lose it all this is where your sanity gives in and love begins never lose your grip don't trip don't fall you'll lose it all the sweetest way to die it's not. i was going to cut and paste something i wrote forever ago, but i don't see the point. i don't know. people usually don't want to read my depressed cracked-out ramblings. mmm...frente. they were next on the playlist after natalie imbruglia, who was right after the cardigans. i'm tired of dumb rules. i'm tired of little to no human contact. it's funny though, i'm starved for human contact, but i hate people. figure me out. i have a blister on my finger from sharpening coloured pencils. i've been colouring with them all day. i took a picture i found of someone's drawing of dot matrix from reboot and copied it; making her curves a little less impossible, and tatooing and piercing her. she looks hot. i wish i could be that hot in real life. i sit here wishing a lot. i never get up and do, i just sit and wish. i'm so apathetic lately. it's pretty disgusting - i sit around and play monster rancher 2 and wait for the corpse to come home and bring our new roleplaying friend. i'll call him tripod. it's an inside joke, i swear. it stems from roleplaying, as all things do these days; we roll for our...ahem...sizes in the corpses' games. well, his dwarf's penis ended up being like 11 inches long and 4 inches around, hence the nickname "tripod the dwarf". i'm sure that this is all so riviting for all you out there reading this; or lack thereof... mmm...black coffee by the seatbelts. now i'm just killing time, hoping that staring at this screen will make me tired. i'm flipping through the songs on winamp, and playing with the candles i have lit, and leafing through old poetry notebooks and daydreaming... i keep drifting back to simpler times. i was thinking about the commune and whatnot, and how much fun it was there, and how this place seems to be completely devoid of fun... it's almost as if the word "fun" was erased completely from the dictionary here. i wish i could drive 5 minutes and show up at carr's or the samurai's or buriko's or jamo's...or just cruise around... i just downloaded song for the dumped in japanese. one more reason ben folds is the most awesome man alive. i want to marry him. i'm out. ~*~ immediate yesterday. ~*~ divination. ~*~ get your own guestbook here |
