Mar. 19th, 2007

desertions: (furious)
So the whole going to Dublin for Saint Patrick's day thing?
Not such a great thing when 90% of the people you're going with are unprepared drunken idiots
Especially when I end up being the one physically holding a drunken girl from going off with strange men, and being called a bitch the whole time because I was keeping her safe.

It fucking sucked. I know better now though.

And now for the first real sleep I've gotten in days.

Joy.
desertions: (overjoyed)
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I SAW SNOW FALL FOR THE FIRST TIME TODAY.

WHO CARES THAT IT MELTED AWAY? IT WAS AWESOME.



Sssh, I know most of you have seen snow fall a million times, but I'm from California.
This is new and amazing to me.
I would of taken pictures, but I was in too much awe.
desertions: (IGNORE ME XO)
Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone that could save

If they don't put me away
Well, it'll be a miracle

Do you believe you're missing out
That everything good is happening somewhere else?

But with nobody in your bed
The night's hard to get through

And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won't know anyone

Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend.


Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die,
I'm a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?

Do I divide and fall apart?
Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark

And the ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands

I know you're coming in the night like a thief
But I've had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique
I know you think that I'm someone you can trust
But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up


So do you think that we could work out a sign
So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try

I know you're coming for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails

And we turn out hate in factories
We all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories
We all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine


Been thinking alot about Religion. And God. And my family. And other stuff that I generally try not to think about. I should do my paperwork for King Lear. But all I want to do is curl up and cry and go to sleep.
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