<3

i haves a new livejournal. i_am_a_cyborg ... i win. add me & shit.

i have nothing to write about.

well, obviously, i do, because i'm writing.

but this is seriously all i have to write about.

i'm sorry i'm not commenting, by the way, i just have this thing where i read my friends page, and don't really know what to say.

kind of like when i click that update thing. and don't really know what to say.


waste of time? yepp.

lee esuh OWNS (7:08:09 PM): it's so white!
yum snapple 08 (7:08:36 PM): what?
lee esuh OWNS (7:08:46 PM): your layout.
yum snapple 08 (7:08:54 PM): oh. haha.
lee esuh OWNS (7:08:59 PM): it's like, "hi, i'm micheal jackson."
yum snapple 08 (7:09:20 PM): lmfao.


gosh<3

Called to see if your back
was still aligned and your sheets
were growing grass all on the corners of your bed

But you've got too much to wear on your sleeves
it has too much to do with me
and secretly I want to bury in the yard
the grey remains of a friendship scarred

You told us of your new life there
you got someone comin' around
gluing tinsel to your crown
he's got you talking pretty loud
berate remember your ailing heart and your criminal eyes
you say you're still in love
if it's true what can be done
it's hard to leave all these moments behind

You tested your metal of doe's skin and petals
while kissing the lipless
who bleed all the sweetness away

JORDAN. I LIKE HIM. MMKAY?

How I don't know how to sing.

I can barely play this thing.
But you never seem to mind,
and you tell me to fuck off
when I need somebody to.

How you make me laugh so hard.
How whole years refuse to stay
where we told them to, bad dog,
locked up whining in a word
or a misplaced souvenier.

How the past chews on your shoes,
and these memories lick my ear.

I know you might roll your eyes at this,
but I'm so glad that you exist.

How we waste our precious time
marching in the picket lines
that surround those striking hearts.
How the time is never now,
and we know who we should love,
but we're never certain how.

I know you might role your eyes at this,
but I'm so glad that you exist.

don't you think that it's more or less OBVIOUS that you like a guy if you spend most of the day wondering whether or not he likes you or whether or not you like him or whether or not he has a girlfriend or whether or not you should FRIGGIN' ASK HIM IF HE DOES AND WHAT HE'LL THINK WHEN YOU DO.

if i'm proud of one thing (if even one thing) related to me and guys i like, is i KNOW what guys i like. the bad part is i obsess. to the point that it would be impossible for him to seriously like me as much as i like him. and sometimes he doesn't know, either.

i'll just shut up.

i <3 the killers! ... i had fun. honestly. it was packed. honestly. and the lead singer is hot. honestly. :o

oh, and yeah, stupidface.. journey and kansas are classic rock. so is supertramp. and REO speedwagon. and Creedence Clearwater Revival and genesis and the police. and van halen. ..and alice cooper. and the who! <3 *stops talking*

yum snapple 08 (7:30:25 PM): new s/n lyk wo!

:O OMGZ NIKKOLZ JOURNAL IZ FRENZ ONLEE.

that means bug off, loser. or else comment and well...i might add you. if i'm having a good day.