Dear Ian Curtis:
I would've loved you.
*sigh*
Anyway.....I must be real boring because no one says anything, and I've got 1,000 and counting profile views. Awww shucks. Swell, huh?
En tout cas,
I'm listening to Joy Division (ohhhhh gggggggggggod I love Joy Division). I'm not workin' at alllllllllll this weekend. Trying to go blonder than platinum. I hope I can get up to lots of mischief as a full on blonde (I've only had a quarter of my head platinum blonde before, and I've gotta say....I've always been partial to raven, but you know....). Got asked to play bass in a band that's covering Bauhaus.....Killer. Killer. Killer. Swellest thing ever. But I don't think I'll ever do D any justice. Bauhaus just slays it. That end bass line in She's in Parties? Arrrrrrrghhh. Makes me.....makes my mouth water when I hear it.
I blow at makin' anything but vegan cake. I'm sickier than a doggy. My shoulders are corpsely because I don't think when I get soooo very stressed.
I'm happy for the most part.
Real happy.
No drama, no men, no boys, no lesbians, no club kids, JUST MOI. Do you know how settling that is?
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
I made you the happiest that you'll ever be
Oh golly.
Am I insensitive. Insensitive I am (as that little Jedi would say...). The little French schoolgirl in the corner keeps her eye on you.
And wouldn't you know it? She's the most dangerous, most ruthless, most relentless darling that you'll ever know, hidden behind the picture of chastity.
Don't laugh.
She'll take you for all you have because nothing means anything to her (as long as he's gone, huh?) and she'll live her life like this forever. She doesn't love you, and she never will. She doesn't see LIFE, AIR, BREATH--- She sees a heart all too willing to be broken. Believe that she wants to break it. She doesn't want happiness, especially not with anyone. She's the loneliest little doll on the face of this Earth, but it's because she wants to be. When she cries, it's not for you, it's not for him (maybe him) it's not for the one she'll probably die beside. As much as she wants to hurt you, she wants to hurt herself. As much as you long and linger, she plots and carries through with it all. Until the bloody end, right?
In all other aspects, she's so sweet. In all other aspects, she's alright. But never forget that she'll never have what she always craved in the first place, and she won't forget that.
(And in my little box, lays a legacy of broken hearts)
Am I insensitive. Insensitive I am (as that little Jedi would say...). The little French schoolgirl in the corner keeps her eye on you.
And wouldn't you know it? She's the most dangerous, most ruthless, most relentless darling that you'll ever know, hidden behind the picture of chastity.
Don't laugh.
She'll take you for all you have because nothing means anything to her (as long as he's gone, huh?) and she'll live her life like this forever. She doesn't love you, and she never will. She doesn't see LIFE, AIR, BREATH--- She sees a heart all too willing to be broken. Believe that she wants to break it. She doesn't want happiness, especially not with anyone. She's the loneliest little doll on the face of this Earth, but it's because she wants to be. When she cries, it's not for you, it's not for him (maybe him) it's not for the one she'll probably die beside. As much as she wants to hurt you, she wants to hurt herself. As much as you long and linger, she plots and carries through with it all. Until the bloody end, right?
In all other aspects, she's so sweet. In all other aspects, she's alright. But never forget that she'll never have what she always craved in the first place, and she won't forget that.
(And in my little box, lays a legacy of broken hearts)
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