February 2011
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We're All Dudes
Kel Mitchell/Less Than Jake
We’re All Dudes- Less Than Jake feat. Kel Mitchell (From the Good Burger Soundtrack)
I hate it when people try to set me up with someone they know. I’m a shamelessly shallow person with the idea of my dream girl already firmly etched into my mind. I appreciate the help, but unless she’s DTF on a one time only type of thing then she’s useless to me. I don’t date dumb girls. Hook me up with your mom already.
“Pride kills more than aids.”
—Meg & Dia (via sujubeun-)
Maybe I’m saying my goodbyes too soon. I’m chalking down the days left on my bedroom wall like some sort of prisoner. Maybe I am a prisoner. Who knows if this venture will be the freedom I’m looking for. If I stay here, I’ll always wonder, I’ll always dream. Truthfully, this place isn’t going anywhere and I need to leave. I don’t know if I really want to, but I definitely need to.
I think it’s ironic how I always get into relationships with girls that have a very high wall up around their hearts. They don’t talk about feelings. They don’t tell me what’s wrong. They keep to themselves a lot.
I think that’s the balance of life. I’m suppose to open my girlfriend up. If I was with an open girl then things would be too simple. Too easy. With a complex girl. A girl that takes longer to get to know. Those are the one’s with value.
Got to work at 10:30 today. Walked in with my boss. Didn’t even get in trouble. Dude gave me a Toblerone. Swag.
fuck sandy. fuck jamie. fuck girls. fuck women. fuck love. fuck everything. all i need is my mind a pen and a piece of paper and i’ll be happy.
It’s 335 I have to wake up at 645. fml. dear god, swag me out.
There are some messages that you just need to keep unposted just to look back on. Thanks Jay. It’s been forever since I’ve seen you, but you know I’ll always support you in whatever you do bro.
trite-musings-of-a-debonair-kunt:
You’re my favorite daydream
I’m your famous nightmare
Everything I see looks like gold
Everything I touch goes cold
luchar replied to your post: crappy day.
What’re you working as ? I just started mine yesterday after not working for quite a while, and I predict one of these posts on my blog soon. sigh. x
I’m a boring File Clerk at a boring law firm who does insanely boring work. I’m also the part time technician even though I have no idea what I’m doing but since I’m young and went to college I must know everything about computers, servers, and everything electrical. I hope you don’t feel that way already. You’ll get used to it, the money will make it worthwhile. I’d quit today if I didn’t need money for Spring break.
kvsqz replied to your post: crappy day.
LOL why?
My “supervisor” chewed me out for my hours, I might be getting docked for pay, I have months of work backed up that’s due before I leave, the girl I’m teaching is not getting anything, it doesn’t look like my boss is going to let me take off for Spring Break, and on top of all that my phone died when I was KIK’ing with this awesome girl I just met. fml yo.
itzellovato replied to your post: crappy day.
u shood get another job den~
I’m leaving my job on the 25th for something a little more exciting. It’s just taking forever for that day to come. I’m a man, I should stop bitching. Today was just one of those days.
crappy day.
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FUCKING SUN SHINING THROUGH THE WINDOW PIERCING MY EYELIDS LIKE A SCREWDRIVER THROUGH MY DICK. I HATE MORNINGS. CAPSLOCK.
Nervous Breakdown
Black Flag
“nervous breakdown” - black flag
Third Culture girls are weird. Awesome, but weird.
Also, I heard they’re going to stop selling cheesecake in Canada on February 28th. Thank God I don’t live there.
Canadian girls are weird. Awesome, but weird.
and dark chocolate is disgusting.
Fact:
I love pineapple pizza more than I love you.
Worry About You
2AM Club
2AM Club | Worry About You
Broken lover, yes, I made you
Believe that I would be the one to heal you
And if you go now, out that doorway
I won’t say you’re wrong
But you know that I’ll worry about you
The best part about failure is knowing that you tried.
I reject your reality and substitute my own.
“He was free, free in every way, free to behave like a fool or a machine, free to accept, free to refuse, free to equivocate; to marry, to give up the game, to drag this death weight about with him for years to come. He could do what he liked, no one had the right to advise him, there would be for him no Good or Evil unless he thought them into being.”
—Jean-Paul Sarte - The Age of Reason (via trite-musings-of-a-debonair-kunt)
That's What She Said (Dubstep Remix)
The Friday Night Boys
Pretty shit, but still TFNB
The Friday Night Boys - That’s What She Said (Dubstep Remix)
I’m just a gust of wind blowing on by,
Forget that I was ever by your side
Forget about that time I swept you off your feet.
I’m forever circling the world, so one day again we might meet.
I can’t wait until I get my car back.
I’ve never needed anything so badly.
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I've been trying this whole "indifference" thing
trite-musings-of-a-debonair-kunt:
it’s been working out beautifully thus far.
Sometimes We Have Too Much Fun
You, Me, and Everyone We Know
You, Me, and Everyone We Know - Sometimes We Have Too Much Fun
Still a charm around my neck
‘cause I haven’t learned to tie a noose quite yet.
Talk About
Dear And The Headlights
Dear and The Headlights- Talk About
You’re like a constant crowding consonant
I’m a claustrophobic; I, I said
We’re as comfortable as wool warming naked indifference
Thank God your words have come to rescue me from my sentence
You’re like a two stepping tongue on a flesh dance floor
You’re the eulogy I can’t avoid anymore
That tumor in my side celebrating malignance:
“Surprise! I’m moving in; I think I’ve grown on your parents”
You want to talk about all the feeling I’m feeling
I’m a passed out priest in an AA meeting
And they’re checking my pulse, trying to make a decision
I’ve got those rolled back eyes but nothing’s clouding my vision
You’re like a knock at the door in the middle of dinner
From the friendly registered sex offender
All equipped with a mustache and a windowless van
You’re telling me how much you’ve changed
I’m trying to hide the crayons and no you can’t come in
I’m like your neighbor’s hands on your father’s throat:
“Sweetie, you go back inside, see this is just for adults”
So adult is what we’ll be, domestic violence in denim
Each tumble down the stairs appeals your puff paint addendum
You say I’m your backpack caught on a chain link fence
But dear I’m a thank you card in the future tense
I’m jumping out of cakes serving divorce papers
I’d say I love you too but I’m all out of favors
You want to talk about all the feelings I’m feeling
Like your chalkboard wrists but I don’t tally the meaning
You keep forgetting the plot, let alone the long sleeps
My eyes, they only know three words and each is pronounced “Please!?”
And I would walk you home if I could find my crutches
Probably listen more if you didn’t talk so much
Why don’t you show yourself out
How can you cry now, this whole thing’s been such a drought! Alright!
You want to talk about all the feelings I’m feeling
You’re a phone call home after eight long seasons
There’s a mail order bride and a baby that’s teething
Said the smog, it hurts your eyes, so on the next train you’re leaving
I’m not certain it’s the smog, more just the constant grieving
But first you’re dropping off the kid, sticking me with the feeding
I said, oh God damn it you’re so mean
You say I’ll lose the Christian crowd if I say things like these
But I’ve already lost them, I couldn’t care less
I guess my path, it just got wide, so I’ll just wish you all my narrow best
I guess that’s it
“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”
— Oscar Wilde (via justbesplendid)
Wow this has to be the longest I’ve ever talked to one woman without the conversation turning sexual or me getting tired of her. That’s really sad. I wish there were more girls who reminded me of the sunshine.
