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You put the extra in ordinary.
You add the minus to the plus sign.
You put the blues into our brown eyes.
You put the turd into Saturday.

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I had another one of those dreams where we held hands and everything was perfect and all that shit. Maybe the feeling's growing fainter and maybe I'm getting tired of waiting, but I do know that I was glad I didn't feel hopeless when I realized that none of it had happened.

For anyone that would care to know, I've had it up to here with a certain boy's inability to turn his fucking cell phone on.

3 sheets to the wind says:

i like my koffee like i like my women.

3 sheets to the wind says:

dark and sweet

my brain's the cliff and my heart's the bitter buffalo says:

i like my women like i like my coffee

my brain's the cliff and my heart's the bitter buffalo says:

ground up and in the freezer

Man, I certainly do wish I was a hooker with a heart of gold. Or that I had 3,000 dollars to spend on a hooker with a heart of gold. Or that I had 3,000 dollars.

I think a telemarketing lady just hung up on me.

Yea, so my mom got in a car accident. This lady didn't realize there wasn't a stop sign in my mom's direction, made a turn or something, and fucking barreled into my mother. She's alright though, her arm's bruised and she's got a cut on her foot, and she's all tense, but she's getting some super-sweet pain killers so she'll be just fine. Fucking ( Read more... )