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17 December 2006 @ 01:24 am
If you could just open up your eyes.  
I’m on fire
and now I think I’m ready to bust a move
Check it out I’m rocking steady

It's all blowing up. I shaved my goatee. I pulled everything out of my room, then put it back in. I had two interviews for a new job. I'm really excited about that. To be done with the dirty bird, once an for all. It will be good for me. This over-work is seriously starting to affect me in a deep, deep way.

Betty won’t stop listening to modern rock
How she hates to be alone
I try to compensate her lack of love with coffee cake
Ice cream and a bottle of ten dollar wine she says hey
I rock the Haro sport
I rock the cow girl blues
I rock too fast for love I’m footloose in my Velcro shoes
What’s up with Will and Grace?
I don’t get drum and bass
The future freaks me out

Where do I see myself in ten years? Why, wherever I end up of course. I think that it will be interesting to see what I end up doing. Who knows...

I’m on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move
Check it out I’m rocking steady
To the beat in my head
It goes oh, oh-oh-oh
I know that she’s the only one
I’d rather waste our time together
Yeah, ‘cause we can get down

Sometimes it feels like I'm the only who gets what the fuck I'm saying. I try to be clear, but I can't find it in myself, can't find the place where I feel like I'm heard. That's weird. I'm halfway drunk, blogging. Never a good thing. Whatever works, right? Maybe I've created this whole world in my head, and I constantly preach to others about how to let go of other people's standards, and to live for themselves. Why can't I follow my own advice?

Betty can’t quit carving question marks in my wrist
How come we’re so alone
We waste away the days with nicotine and television samples
From an era we hate to admit we embrace
We fail to represent
We fail to be content
We fail at everything we ever even try to attempt
And so the story goes
As only Betty knows
It’s time to take control

Danny is in the weirdest place I have encountered with him so far. As far as how to cope with that, I'm not quite sure. He's getting to be really exhausting. I care for him, (not like that I don't think,) but I don't don't think he likes me that much anymore. Maybe he's taking out his curent anger on me. Or maybe I fucked something else up.
Who fucking knows, right?

Betty, I need you
I miss you
I’m so alone without you
To call up on the weekends with my cellular phone

I do miss them. Everytime I see someone else's, I almost want to cry.

Betty it’s so hard to relate
To the whole human race
I don’t know where to begin
I don’t know where to begin
If we can both find a way
To do the things that we say
We might not sit in our rooms
And drink our daydreams away
Betty, I’m a dreamer
I’m not a vicious schemer

Oh Betty won’t you.. ah fuck it
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Current Music: Ace of Base - Living in Danger