I’ve never danced with a guy before, you know, not in that way. I remember the first time I danced with you this way, at a club, and I said into your ear, “You know, I’ve never danced with a guy this close before. Is this how you do it?” But to my mortification, you said nothing. The only reason I let you put your hands on me is because I like you, a lot, and you - even when you don’t mean to - cheapen me when you don’t feel the same.
So screw you. I think that's what I should do. Screw you. I am fine on my own.
I love weiners.
anonymous
May 12 2005, 14:04:29 UTC
Llamas jump off of your roof and into your room and eat your hair.
I am very profound. I have NO HEART! I have many leather-bound books in my studio-apartment which smells of rich mahogany. My soul pulses through my veins and that is the beat you hear. Sometimes actually if I go to the club my soul takes on the beat of the bass for days on end.
I swagger sexily down halls and people look at me contemptuously because they think that they're better than me. But they're not! THEY AREN'T BECAUSE I AM BETTER THAN THEM. That's what I tell myself. I don't know if I can keep it up any longer because I am so important that they actually care to make me feel bad.
I dye my hair orange sometimes because I love fruit. I eat it, in hopes of it tasting like oranges. Alas, it doesn't. So I get depressed and klick my dog. Who else does not taste like oranges. The orange is a metaphor for life for me. It has many delicious parts even though the outside is bitter. You can also throw it at people and possibly give them a HEMORRAGE"King Henry." Lyrics
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you don't know me. i put myself down for the validation of others. i really can't stand my friends. i wish they weren't so capable, talented, smart, good-looking. i know i'm jealous but i don't care at all. i enjoy pinching the fat rolls of my tummy.
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So screw you. I think that's what I should do. Screw you. I am fine on my own.
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I am very profound. I have NO HEART! I have many leather-bound books in my studio-apartment which smells of rich mahogany. My soul pulses through my veins and that is the beat you hear. Sometimes actually if I go to the club my soul takes on the beat of the bass for days on end.
I swagger sexily down halls and people look at me contemptuously because they think that they're better than me. But they're not! THEY AREN'T BECAUSE I AM BETTER THAN THEM. That's what I tell myself. I don't know if I can keep it up any longer because I am so important that they actually care to make me feel bad.
I dye my hair orange sometimes because I love fruit. I eat it, in hopes of it tasting like oranges. Alas, it doesn't. So I get depressed and klick my dog. Who else does not taste like oranges. The orange is a metaphor for life for me. It has many delicious parts even though the outside is bitter. You can also throw it at people and possibly give them a HEMORRAGE"King Henry." Lyrics ( ... )
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i put myself down for the validation of others.
i really can't stand my friends. i wish they weren't so capable, talented, smart, good-looking. i know i'm jealous but i don't care at all.
i enjoy pinching the fat rolls of my tummy.
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