Cos you got my heart in a headlock
You stopped the blood and made my head soft
And god knows
You got me sewn


Jeez, I don't want to admit it, but you do. Somewhere along the line, you did. I don't know if it is my lack of social life, or what you got me doing.

Ha. If you read this, you'll laugh your puny head off. Stupid asshole. Feeling so restless. I don't know if I want to go out, I have to go hop into the shower, and then change into my clothes. I feel so lethargic. But I do want to meet Clara S., since I have not seen her in a long time.

I don't want my posts to paint a false sense of maturity, which I doubt that they do. But I don't want to portray a woebegone thirteen year old, who thinks that her problems are larger than life. Whatever.

I am kind of frustrated with my iTunes and iPod. How stupid of me was it to buy a useless 2GB iPod, when I could be contented with my 5GB Creative? Though, the Creative was a heap of worthless junk, no doubt, costing only $200+. Wheress, Doppelganger dearest costs the same whopping amount, with less space.

Go, on say it. I know you want to. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen." I know you, you love rubbing it into my face.

I need new music. Perhaps I should venture into the unknown, and tear my ears out listening to Hilary D---. Well, copyright laws. You know. How I get my songs is not exactly honest. Oh, well. If I get caught. Only a few hundred is actually _______. Oh, God. Ignore I said that.

Sometimes, when I read peoples blogs, I am shocked to see how different their literal selves are adrift from their portrayed selves. And how well some write. I can never compare up to my seniors, be it from LD or otherwise. I seriously have no talent for writing.

Yet I feel liberated when I do. Whatever.

I shall submit to the demands of my less than eloquent peers and modulate my words as theirs.

Wah lou, eh. You know, ah?

Which translates to: Geez! You know...?

I'm such an arrogant heinous bitch. Oh, well, now to face up to the heat.

And that my friends is a proper goodbye.


[Somehow, we lost ourselves. ]]