| THINGS I HATE:
HARRY POTTER
AMY WINEHOUSE
REGINA SPEKTOR
TUBE TOPS
LAWRENCE, KANSAS
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| I just bought some new Uggs, guys! And I've been wearing my sweatpants so that they're rolled up to my knees, you know how I mean? I just stocked up on 5 new blue KU shirts, but I had to splurge on the maroon "Hail to Old KU" one. It doesn't match my sweatpants as well as the other shirts.
FUCK KU AND FUCK LAWRENCE AND FUCK KANSAS AND FUCK YOU.
Also, fuck old people who want senior citizen's discounts and try to make me feel bad because I can't give them one. You don't really NEED a National Geographic do you? Go read it for free at the library if you are so broke. Fuck off.
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jackknifed, my strife, take it easy, sit outside.
i just died one thousand times yesterday.
lay down. drown out, drowning in these cries and shouts.
changing so fast that it stays the same.
encryption ensconces this cryptic cliche.
if it's not stupid, it's more of the same.
i'm too tired to care, we're too busy to think.
so let's sit back and laugh and watch the ship sink.
the hull and the bow and the smokestacks disappeared
and we watched it go down with a streaming bronx cheer.
thank you dear. i will sleep and get up and eat unaware.
but don't forget to forget that you forgot me,
when i show up at your door
i'm gonna remember that you are my friend
and fall asleep on your floor
winter is coming, can you find your coat?
let's go watch the water while the bodies still float.
slit my throat. it's more than a tad overdue
slit my throat. i can't die in here 'til next june.
i breathed, it was smokey. i cried. it steamed.
i dreamed that i slept and i actually dreamed.
what it is, is a sickness. what it is, is regret.
and i might be tired, but i'm not dead yet.
so don't forget to forget that you forgot me,
'cause when i show up at your door
i'm gonna remember that you are my friend
and fall asleep on your floor.
winter is coming, can you find your coat?
let's go watch the water while the bodies still float.
slit my throat. it's more than a tad overdue
slit my throat. i can't die in here 'til next june.
i breathed, it was smokey. i cried. it steamed.
i dreamed that i slept and i actually dreamed.
what it is, is a sickness. what it is, is regret.
and i might be tired, but i'm not dead yet.
don't forget to forget that you forgot me,
when i show up at your door
i'm gonna remember that you are my friend
and fall asleep on your floor.
i'm gonna remember that you are my friend
and fall asleep on your floor.
-the motherfuckin' Lawrence Arms
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| alright, i'm back you fuckers.
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