Argh, BOYS. Bloody Nincompoops.

Come on try a little,
Nothing is forever,
There's got to be something better than in the middle
Well me and Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home,
With one Headlight.


Yeah yeah, Jacob Dylan, you so wish you were your dad. But you aren't and you won't be, bitch! Deal!

Dunno where that came from.

Sigh. I was looking at old posts and wondering how people see it. I mean the ones that know me anyway. Angeeda and Laksh and Medha clearly don't count- this is like a more coherent version of the Me they hear on the phone every-frickin-day- that's what I like to think, anyway. Someone else said I sound fake and not-me.

Fuck that, anyway.

This will be another really icky girly post. Here's your warning, now.



So now, there are no more XY's. There probably won't be, for a while. 'tis a good thing.

Pot asked me the other day if there were any stretches ever since puberty hit where there wasn't a boy (crush, boyfriend, non, what have you). I told her there was this one time, I think, a couple of years ago.
A couple of years ago. Jesus H.

I can't believe I spent nearly a year on MSF. Idiot boy.

Which reminds me, annoyingXY(of the disgusting post on love part un) is frustrating and fucking IMPERMEABLE. The boy's a bloody WALL with no DOOR! WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO LET PEOPLE IN, GODDAMNIT?!


$%&$&*#(@**@$#^#@@*!!!

General Anesthesia.

I love John Mayer.


I hate John Mayer.





Naww, I love John Mayer.

I like listening to songs that I can't relate to. More than to the ones I can. Those one hit too close to home a li'l too often.


When did I become this fucked up, man?

Things were so....uncomplicated a while ago.

Everyone says I don't care enough.

Pepper said it's kind of true. And about how that's bad because apathy prohibits potential from growing.
Passion
Anger
Concern
Belief
Shame


Why don't I care anymore?


Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
(note: Yes, everything I know I learned from Star Wars. *cough*)






I'm still waiting on my answer.

Skanky Whore?

I am not.


And Judegmental, you are.

Since enough of the world has heard about this one, I refuse to elaborate on it.


And fuck you Pepper, let's see if you don't hyperventilate the next time a girl decides to give you the least bit of attention.

Jackass.

But net-net, I am clearly not ready for their "world of compromised morals and valhalla of decadence," as Elaine Miller so eloquently put it.
They being the random people I tend to attract.

*sigh* Bloody joint rolling, beer chugging, far-too-fucked-up and yet surprisingly intellectual hotties.



Methinks I just retold the entire story. I don't know how to keep my mouth shut for shit, man.