Sitting home sick with my sore throat. Beating the piss out of my mind again. Razing my fingers over the nickel-wound bullet strings. There's only one actuality, can't see it right now, eyes getting keen though...adjusted, like an iris in the dark. I keep myself occupied with things that I'm only half-partial to until the pulsating in my head stops...soon I hope. I get at least three to four laughs per day from my perspective of the unmitigated languish that wanker has...and it's not just him. It's all of them, and all those to come after them. Giving precedence to anything in that corner of the world is completely assinine and vain, even boringly humorous. I hope I live up to your expectations of me. They shouldn't be hard to reach...after all the bar is set pretty low.
I'm not angry that we lost what we were. I'm angry that we lost what we could've been.
8 comments:
for empathy purposes, if that last sentence is true, I hear two-thirds of rekindlers work out.
Thanks, but it really doesn't matter anymore.
i hear that of those rekindlers, 100% break up again.
I hear that 100% of break-ups happen to people who suck.
ha ha ha! while this may be the case for most (particularly the one i think you're referring to), this is not the case for you. you are just weird.
Yes...yes I am. Eat my ass.
That was a good one Cory!! Eat my ass, I need to use that one.
Miss ya!!!
Amanda
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