Anonyblog

Humming my own song

I don't know what I'm waiting for. I keep checking, checking but there's nothing there. Never there. Don't know what it is, but it's definitely not here yet. Trust me, I would know.

Don't know why I think you'll change. You won't grow up; you'll stay the same.
Ding dong the wicked witch is DEAD.

It's not my fault and it's not yours. Let's blame someone else. It must all be the government's fault. If only you had been born with the capacity to learn, maybe then you would have some money. Then we could go eat CHINESE food. Or any food at all would be good. Sometimes I get diarreah from not eating well. Sometimes I don't know how to spell diarreah correctly and it makes me feel like an ostrich.

It's so much fun! No, wait, it isn't. It's only fun sometimes, when it's fun. Otherwise, it is very not fun and I feel the need to be around other PEOPLE because you just need to do that sometimes. So you can go and play pool and junk and I will stay home and do my homework. At least I took a shower so I don't SMELL like a pumpkin.

Because only you can go have fun, I can't. If I have fun that is bad. That is no fair if I have fun because my fun is way more fun than your fun and I am a very BAD person. So when I have fun that is bad. I don't deserve it so I choose just to go to work with messy hair.

That is fun. So are whips. Loads. You can do a wide variety of things with whips. Like keep the coyotes at bay. Whip living things into a frenzy of action. And so on, and so forth. I wish symantec would shut the hell up and die already. I don't care, duh.

But it's quite all right, because I'm not changing either. Nobody does. You stay exactly the same as you are since the day you tear your mom a new one.

Actually I think it would be better if we just keep going. We will change together. Or else become hermits who throw stuff at each other. Like Brad Pitt and Ms. Silicone lips (among other things).

I'm crazy. And I love you. I am crazy love you. So much, man. You're like the mole on my neck. I need you with me like I need that mole. Or not, because one day I will have that removed. No kiss.

More like my whole neck. Couldn't have lived without it, man. Now that I have only like 1 and 1/2 friends, it's really obvious that I would be lonely without you. I hate when flies get in and land on my head at work. ARRGH that is just SO annoying.

Well hopefully you got the message. (secret). Me too. I am so depleted, man, from your drunk friends with no manners. You should tell them how some people go to sleep at night and don't drink beer at 3 am. Some people, anyways. That is, NOT ME. AND NEITHER WOULD YOU IF YOU KNEW WHAT WAS GOOD FOR YOU. Drink your beer, I will drink gatorade.

Good night, dear. Please don't forget to love me.

Posted by anonymous at October 7, 2007 7:30 PM