Thursday, April 29, 2010

I love Dixon Bainbridge.

I don't ever want to hate you,
So don't show me your bed.
'The only roads are cul-de-sacs's,
The first thing that she said.

Temptation, greets you like your naughty mate.
The one that used to get you in bother,
The one you could never bring yourself to hate.

And she said we've got that spark,
That only lights a fuse.
Helps you see in the dark,
But it's a sight you'll lose when,
The temptation greets you like your naughty friend.

I don't ever want to hate you,
So don't show me your bed,
The only roads are cul-de-sacs,
The only ends are dead.

Temptation greets you like your naughty mate,
Tne that made you steal and set things on fire,
The one you haven't seen of late.

And I said that kind of talk,
Only adds intrigue,
To the cauldron of thought.
It's already exceeding
Temptation, the very thing that held her back.

I don't ever want to hate you,
So don't show me your bed,
The only roads are cul-de-sacs,
The only ends are dead.

I don't ever want to hate you,
It's not part of the plan,
So keep your charm where I can't see it,
And your hands where I can.


Sunday, April 25, 2010

And you'll be amazed at the secrets I keep.

Happiness, more or less.
It's just a change in me, something in my liberty.


Saving Bebo photos. Yeah, me too. So many memories. Still can't bring myself to delete it though. I was always so anti-deleting your Bebo. Just stop using it like.

Look at my long luscious hair. Eww.


"My uncle once punched a man so hard his legs became trombones."

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

30 Seconds to Mars.

I don't really know what it is, but I'm falling in love with all these "shit" bands again. 30 Seconds to Mars, Taking Back Sunday, My Chemical Romance and The Used are some of my favourite bands at the moment. I don't care how gay it is, to be honest. They have good songs, and surely that matters more than their somewhat homosexual appearances?

I appreciate friends a lot at the moment too. Recent events have made me crave mundanity again. I place too much emphasis on leading a more dynamic life, but you don't appreciate what you have then. It's like spending all week looking forward to the weekend. We all do it sometimes, but the weekend accounts for 28% of your life. There's 72% of your existance being effectively wished away, and it just seems a little ungrateful, I don't know, I just want this to be sorted and everyone to just be safe, but you're too selfish for that. :/

I won't suffer, be broken,
get tired or wasted,
surrender to nothing.
Or give up what I started,
and stop this,
from end to beginning,
a new day is coming,


And I am finally free.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Fuck this.

I'm so sick of everything going wrong. And no one even contemplating everything not being my fault. You actually could not be more mistaken, and I'd give anything to tell you, to make you feel like this, but I can't do that to people.

Last night was strange. It was intended to be a relieving night. To escape. But no, as usual, drama prevailed and enveloped the night. However, much of said drama died down until I suffered an excruciating blow from Tadhg Walsh. In a fit of shit-phone-induced-rage, his phone was hurled to the ground and he proceeded to stamp on it, as though it were some fiery monster. After noticing this, I thought "You're gonna need tha' for a taxi, boi.". However, in trying to salvage what was left of the phone, my hand became involved in the raucous and was repeatedly stamped on 'til I could no longer bend my fingies.
Adamant to not be hindered by such a disability and be subsequently forced to carry no more than two plates at a time in work the following day, I, in my inebriated state, fashioned a splint to keep my fingers straight. And of course, we only have the best medical equipment in my house. The only straight finger length object available from the drawers I looked in was Pritt stick. So, armed with industrial strength duct tape and my aforementioned Pritt stick, I set about affixing my fingers to this tube of adhesive with even more adhesive. Not everything had been considered though. Bear in mind, I had found my raw materials, if you will, in the kitchen and as such, was still fully dressed so the problems began to multiply from there on in. I survived though, wha'?

I hope things can get better soon, 'cause I just can't keep this up. De réir a chéíle a thógtar na caisleáin, áfach.

"Well it rains, when it rains.
Oh, my heart don't feel the same.
There's a sun in my sky,
You don't see it, or even try."

Monday, April 5, 2010

Shit.

Y'know when you're saying goodbye to someone and it's like
"See ya."
"Mind yourself."
Doesn't 'mind yourself' seem a little passive aggressive and threatening?

Jesus died for somebody's sins,
but God knows he didn't die for mine.
'Cause I'll stand accountable for my own damn sins,
each and every time.