Friday, November 27, 2009

Punjab O' Reilly.

"What I do today is important, because I am paying a day of my life for it. What I accomplish must be worthwhile, because the price is so high."

Just so you know, I will stop having such pathetically short blog posts.
There'll be a long one soon, don't you worry.

What am I doing about it, you ask? Well, evidently, not an awful lot.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

StumbleUpon

  • Lawyer: "When he went, had you gone and had she, if she wanted to and were able, for the time being excluding all the restraints on her not to go, gone also, would he have brought you, meaning you and she, with him to the station?"
  • Other Lawyer: "Objection. That question should be taken out and shot."
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

What a terrific day.

Exhausted.
FML.

You made things better though.
Tu es ma raison d'etre.
<3

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Hates tha', boi!

"There's something I'm going to tell you. I've been waiting ten years to say this, but I finally feel tha-" "Cool story, bro'."

Damn.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Forever Endeavour.



Mama said talk this out and resolve.
Don't wanna be involved so gimme a call when you evolve
.
Doggy paddle to the shallow end of the gene pool
,
Half-with-it, half-wit, half finished high school
.
Give you a piece of my mind, but I know you want it splattered.
Heard you like your women like you like your shrimp, you like �'em battered
?
Wife beater, perfectly fitting apparel
.
Where's your brother Daryl? Where's your other brother Daryl?

Givin' me that Macho Man Randy Savage stare
,
Wanna snap into a Slim Jim break my limbs, but do I care?

No, sorry, I'm a lover, not a fighter, commit your crime
.
I'll be glad to do your girlfriend, I'll be glad that you do time
.
Here's the deal I cop a feel, you cop a plea, but get the maximum
,
Now we both got records, but the difference is mine's platinum.

Definitely showed this yellow bellied wimp limp in your cell now though alone
,
When you're choking your chicken, your chick will be choking on this chicken's bone.

I despise routine. With a fucking passion. Though I imagine a routine I wanted to be in wouldn't be all bad. Then again, I'm sure something would crop up, and destroy that, too.

I'm worried about you.

This is late, 'sidering I have a calculus test tomorrow. Oh noes.

"Shur, Darren Power, shur. Doesn't drive a car today shur. Walks everywhere shur!"

29 days 'till Placebo.

Fuck Grapes of Wrath. And fuck you, Myley Cyrus. I'll get it from the library, and pose having bought it.

Love you though. Best friends as well, shur, innit? <3 style="font-style: italic;">

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

People.

Ever notice how so many people you know have a dark, murky underlying side to them that you don't see? You might not see it yourself, but someone else might. Or you may notice glimpses of the truth shining out of the cracks at places that can't quite be glossed over.

Either way, whether you choose to acknowledge it or not, these people exist. And I am, by no means, exempt from this, but it irritates me. And in many instances, it's not the most typical, banal, fade-into-the-background person, it's the person that everyone respects, and idolises that's got the more impenetrable, arcane doppelgänger. And it's the innocent, undeserving ones who get enthralled by the artificial, concocted personality, that are left in the wake of their carnage, surrounded by desolation. Whilst the deluding, deceiving egotist swindles their way out of any of the repercussions.

People are ludicrously obtuse. For the most intelligent life form on earth, we're often quite fucking dense.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

An apology of sorts.

My posts have been horrendous of late, haven't they?
But really, there's not a lot I can do about that.

Saturday was the best. Up, followed by dancing to Dirty Diana and ridiculous, unexplained amounts of glam rock. Tha's what I'm about. Not forgetting walking home at two in the morning with a bag of cider, disco biscuits and phone calls about Jimmy Cawley. How I love you, Jimmy. . "There's God's house! Well, God! You're some man!"

She said I have to go home,
'Cause I'm real tired, you see.
But I hate sleepin' alone,
Why don't you come with me?
I said my 'baby's at home.
She's probably worried tonight,
I didn't call on the phone to
Say that I'm alright.'

Diana walked up to me,
She said 'I'm all yours tonight.'
At that I ran to the phone,
Sayin' 'baby I'm alright.'
I said 'but unlock the door,
Because I forgot the key.'
She said 'he's not coming back,
Because he's sleeping with me!'

:')