All your base are belong to us!!!
Don't fall...
So I'm sitting here, in front of my computer, stuffed full of food, wondering how long it'll be before they have to use crowbars to get me out of my computer chair. Then I think, wait, no...it would be cool if I just stayed stuck in the chair, because then I could have an excuse to go rolling around all over the house in the computer chair! And just for appearances' sake, I'll have a tub of double fudge brownie bites ice cream surgically attatched to the front of me. REFILL, DAMMIT!!!
But at the same time as I feel thoroughly retarded, I also feel inspired to write, and so I did, and this is what happened:
I call it "6 Feet Over You"
---.-^-;<@
Now I lay me down to die
'Neath the bespeckled sky,
Amongst the shivering mist.
For the last time, my back lies atop the soil,
And for once, my heart is more broken than my head.
It's gutwrenching to know what you think,
And I wish you would have thought about your choice
Before you gunned me down,
Your sweet lips,
A double-barelled shotgun,
Your words,
A barrage of bullets sent to sting me to sleep.
I hope you never forget what you know;
That if I could have moved before I died,
I would have only crawled back to you.
---.-^-;<@
There's more where that came from, but I think it might be retarded.
-big, giant emo-sigh-
...You wanna know what sucks? I realized a long time ago that I like this one guy...and...and the only reason I've suffered through a bunch of crappy relationships instead of trying my hand with this guy is that I really don't think he's interested in me in that way, and...that really, really sucks. I wish he knew...but at the same time, I'm glad he doesn't, because I'd rather not chance hearing a rejection straight from the monkey's mouth...no news is good news, y'know? But it's hard just being there talking to him and watching him have relationships. And, you know, I'm not like the guy...we're so different...he probably wouldn't like being with me. I've gotta find someone else...
Poo, poo, and double merde!
They should sell confidence. I'd buy it.
So I'm sitting here, in front of my computer, stuffed full of food, wondering how long it'll be before they have to use crowbars to get me out of my computer chair. Then I think, wait, no...it would be cool if I just stayed stuck in the chair, because then I could have an excuse to go rolling around all over the house in the computer chair! And just for appearances' sake, I'll have a tub of double fudge brownie bites ice cream surgically attatched to the front of me. REFILL, DAMMIT!!!
But at the same time as I feel thoroughly retarded, I also feel inspired to write, and so I did, and this is what happened:
I call it "6 Feet Over You"
---.-^-;<@
Now I lay me down to die
'Neath the bespeckled sky,
Amongst the shivering mist.
For the last time, my back lies atop the soil,
And for once, my heart is more broken than my head.
It's gutwrenching to know what you think,
And I wish you would have thought about your choice
Before you gunned me down,
Your sweet lips,
A double-barelled shotgun,
Your words,
A barrage of bullets sent to sting me to sleep.
I hope you never forget what you know;
That if I could have moved before I died,
I would have only crawled back to you.
---.-^-;<@
There's more where that came from, but I think it might be retarded.
-big, giant emo-sigh-
...You wanna know what sucks? I realized a long time ago that I like this one guy...and...and the only reason I've suffered through a bunch of crappy relationships instead of trying my hand with this guy is that I really don't think he's interested in me in that way, and...that really, really sucks. I wish he knew...but at the same time, I'm glad he doesn't, because I'd rather not chance hearing a rejection straight from the monkey's mouth...no news is good news, y'know? But it's hard just being there talking to him and watching him have relationships. And, you know, I'm not like the guy...we're so different...he probably wouldn't like being with me. I've gotta find someone else...
Poo, poo, and double merde!
They should sell confidence. I'd buy it.