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| i will mold with clay, create a woman, a beautiful woman and a bowl. you will listen to me. one day, my head will rest in your lap, you'll look down on my face, and listen. | | |
| Amber insisted on a State of Confusion report in honor of Valentine's Day and all of its fudgery.
(Don't worry. I won't get all goopy.)
Valentine's Day has pretty much gone... whatever. As in, whatever. I don't know. The morning (before I slept for a little less than an hour, my beauty rest) was kinda filled with tears and stupidness and memories and all of that dramatic shit. The reoccurring nightmare that some people know about. Not a literal nightmare, like a nightmarish relationshit that keeps happening over and over again.
Onto other stuff? The midgets keep on pestering me. I don't mind. But I feel partially responsible for their well-being, and I don't want that.
No real developments that count.
But the good thing about today (and the past year) is that he isn't leaving. I honestly don't know what I'd do without him propping me up and always being there for me. It's like... I'm a girl with a broken leg (haha...), and he's my crutch. Without him I'd fall. And yeah, I'd be okay and walking around after a bit, but still... I need him. And he's there.
The boy I depend on sticks around for me. I am one lucky woman.
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| - Tell You Now
I'll just tell you now
(You took my intuition)
You're not the City of God
(My knowledge of the truth)
You can't shoot me down
(The love I had in this world)
From your mountain top
(I gave it all to you)
I wanna tell you now...
Say this one packs a fight
Just crazy, out of my mind
Say sorry, yeah it's all right
Just give me back what you took that night
I wanna tell you now
I say it full out
I wanna get up in your face
And tear your thoughts right out
I wanna tell you, tell you now
I'm gunna tell you, tell you how
You didn't change my mind
You didn't do a thing
'Cept made me hate myself
And made me fear everything
You thought I'd run and hide
And keep it all inside
How can you see me
And think it's all right?
I wanna tell you now...
I've resorted to lyrics. | | |
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ineptchemicals (10:34:41 PM): ur metabolizm aint nevah gonnah catch up wit u
funeralxFIRE (10:35:21 PM): but u, my bimpalicious sexz kitten, will alwayz b sexzii lyk...hmm...angelina jolie
ineptchemicals (10:35:42 PM): u b sexy like PAM AND!
funeralxFIRE (10:35:57 PM): LOL! I DON'T GOT NO BOOBX
funeralxFIRE (10:35:58 PM): Z
funeralxFIRE (10:36:01 PM): zz
ineptchemicals (10:36:20 PM): ur boobs r huge gurl
ineptchemicals (10:36:25 PM): dont b kiddin me
ineptchemicals (10:36:36 PM): u got da jugs
funeralxFIRE (10:36:56 PM): lmao! LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE
ineptchemicals (10:37:14 PM): whatev.
ineptchemicals (10:37:23 PM): i'm dun arguin wit u.
funeralxFIRE (10:37:28 PM): lol
funeralxFIRE (10:37:31 PM): gurrrrl
funeralxFIRE (10:37:34 PM): daymmm
funeralxFIRE (10:37:46 PM): dayummmmm
funeralxFIRE (10:37:47 PM): daym
ineptchemicals (10:37:59 PM): heheh
funeralxFIRE (10:38:04 PM): DROP DEM NIKES OFF YO ASS FORE I BLAST U MOTHAFUCKA
ineptchemicals (10:38:18 PM): oh my gosh amber!
ineptchemicals (10:38:25 PM): i'm hurt!
funeralxFIRE (10:38:31 PM): lol!!
funeralxFIRE (10:38:41 PM): ::takes you to the hospital:: OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY
funeralxFIRE (10:38:43 PM): YOU CAN KEEP THE NIKES
ineptchemicals (10:38:50 PM): lol!
funeralxFIRE (10:39:00 PM): AND THE GRILL
funeralxFIRE (10:39:26 PM): teehee
ineptchemicals (10:39:38 PM): lol
ineptchemicals (10:39:47 PM): oh god
My AAVE kinda sucks  .
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| I will tell you a pretty little story:
It is 7:31 PM, January 14th. I am sitting at the computer desk at my grandparents' house. They're not home, this would be a prime opportunity to assassinate me. Anyway. My sister just dropped me off here about 25 minutes ago, and I started sitting here about 10 minutes ago. Before that, I was wandering around the perimeters of my grandparents' house sobbing my eyes out. I kind of forgot my brother was already here... You see, after my sister drove away, I stood on the porch and looked for the hidden key. Couldn't find it. I looked through the windows and wondered why most of the lights were on, then thought "Maybe Nana didn't want anyone to try to break in." Freezing fucking cold. And windy. Ran around the house, tried to open all of the windows and doors. Cried and muttered about my goddamned fucking shit luck and all of the fucking bad things that happen to me and how I'm so cold, God, shelter me. Eventually I slipped on something slippery. Not sure what it was. Torn jeans, torn skin. Noticed the wooden supports for the second floor balcony, wondered if I could climb that to break in. I saw the glaring television through the window. Wondered why Nana would leave that on, maybe to decieve burglars into thinking people were home. Thought that it would run a high electricity bill. And then I realized that my brother was upstairs, playing X-Box, exactly as planned. Dear. Lord.
Oh God, save me from my own stupidity. | | |
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