Wednesday, May 24, 2006
My guy is a tad transcontinental.
But it keeps me enchained.
Watch an old black and white movie.
Fred and ginger are too sentimental,
crying in shame.
I don't want to be forgotten.
I can't be alone.
So don't you dare leave me.
It's like coming home.
To a skin that has died.
Human voices like a drum.
And they're looking right through me.
Scatter the ashes one more time for me,
one more time for me.=
if you have figured it out.
i am in lust with placebo.i can't stop listening to their very ...
weird style of music ,
which i absolutely adulate.
it sounds like rock ;
come alternative.
it just screams my style of music.
oh yes.
the lyrics make more then just stupid sense.
though it seems cynical.
it rocks.
ALOT.work was bad.
it was busier then it
SHOULD be.
which is not good for me.
i rather just slack and wait.
for the endless time to pass me by.
then to run around.
like a little rodent.
trying to get things in the right order.
and
KEEP THINGS CLEAN.
which somehow ;
my manager ...
doesn't really seem to comprehend.
no matter how many times.
how many chances you try,
giving him a second chance to make right.
he never really does it ; right.
he just does it worse then the previous time.
imagine.
i have a manger who's worse then a barista starting out.
WOW !!! i am not feeling any better.my wound's healing i guess.
it doesn't hurt when i touch it.
so i figure ...
its healing.
not like i want it to though.
life's a bitch.kaye\.- see you at the bitter end.
bring along your girlfriend.
memories locked at Wednesday, May 24, 2006
