"Old Fashioned Love Song"
words and music by Alex Camlin

Fast paced, happy sound, lot of upstroke

Bm                  A
I can't wait to take you home

E                           A     Bm
Gonna do stuff to ya girl

Bm                          A
Gonna tie you up to the bedpost

Ebar                   Dbar Bm
and watch your toes curl

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I was cleaning my room today, and I found a bunch of old paper towels from my work that I had used to write lyrics and stuff on when I was bored. Read on ( Read more... )

Oh yeah, and friday night, Eric molested me in my sleep. I went over to his house becuase of all the fucked up stuff that had already happened that night, I wanted to go to someplace safe. It was either there or my sister's place. God, how I wish I had gone to my sister's place. I'm not ashamed of what happened, I'm not going to try to keep it ( Read more... )

Well, after just about the worst fucking night of my life friday, and getting hit coming home the next morning, my mood could not be any worse. Or could it? I'm droping out of Essex and moving out of the house soon to try to get my life together, hopefully the independence and sense of responsibility will help with that. I just need to find a place ( Read more... )

While all of my relationships have never lasted past a month, I think one week is a new record.

Back to the wild, hedonistic lifestyle I've grown so accustomed to.

And now, after having a really nice chat with Andie for a while, I go to watch the second episode of the new season of Nip/Tuck, and lo, my fucking father has set a parental code for it. WHO THE FUCK DOES THIS TO THEIR 18 YEAR OLD SON?!?!! I need to get the FUCK out of here.

How is it that I can be having a really nice day, and as soon as my parents walk in the door, I instantly get soo aggravated at them? It makes me sad to act like their my enemy, but sometimes they just annoy the hell out of me, so much so I cannot help but be bitter towards them. I want to move out, but I need a roomie to share the rent cost with. ( Read more... )

What a simply amazing weekend. Ok, so let me break it down for you ( Read more... )

I turn back, if only for a glimpse
But my eyes are blinded the eclipse.
The smile cracking from the corner of your lips
The iceberg eyes that have sunken countless ships.
Your face revealed as the sun passes on,
And I realize what blinded me, was not the sun.

Ever feel so sick and tired, from over a period of several days, that you start to hallucinate a little bit? I am right now.

6 days