score!
what am i fighting for
if i win i lose my life
i need you more and more
to break my will tonight
kay, so I dreamt this morning that
i can’t deny i can’t explain i can’t reply i can’t refrain
i want his hands i want his chest i want his feet i want his sex
i am the child i am the whore i am the wild woman at your door
i need to touch i need to talk i need to love i need to give you you up
Why is everyone too busy to chat? Busy or away. I need some interaction. Been having more stupid-shit conversations with Jason, which serves to make the time go by, but overall are pretty damned depressing. He still hasn’t committed to the movies Friday, neither have Billy and Jamie, but at least my real best friend
[14:19] Him: can i start killing now
[14:20] Me: yes
[14:20] Me: but dont start with me, cuz i have plans
[14:20] Him: then just remain oblivious to the bloodshed that goes
on around you
[14:21] Me: no problem there. Color me desensitized
[14:21] Him: i luv u hunnibunni
[14:21] Me: everybody be cool
[14:22] Him: if any one of you f’ckers even moves, I’ll blow the heads
off of every last mutherf’cking one of you
*sigh* none of this is the meat of the problem. I dunno what the meat is. Maybe i’m meatless. I think there will be more, but private.
schlemaggle has made a Comment
i *so* love being a real best friend. yanno, as opposed to being an unreal one.
October 10, 2002 @ 8:52 am
flerly has made a Comment
I just meant real in the sense of “tried and true” as in, the ONLY person who has managed to make me feel worth a damn today.
Thanks again.
Looking forward to our date.
October 10, 2002 @ 8:54 am
schlemaggle has made a Comment
aww…and i wasn’t even *trying* to make you feel worth a damn! i’m gettin’ all misty-eyed over here. feelin’ a little ‘vaklempt.
…so, if we’re going on a date, i mean, if i buy you a pickle or something, does that mean that you’re gonna put out?
October 10, 2002 @ 9:30 am