School worked out more than perfectly, my mood has been just amazing lately. I feel open minded and confident, cool, collected, and... just fine. I blame some of this on him, but there is nothing wrong with that. It was so good to see him, he makes me fucking smile and whenever I get sad, I can just think of him, one of the best friends I've ever had, and the sun moves a little out of the clouds for a minute, illuminating the good in the world. Is there more bad than good in the world? When you are in love, and the "bad outweighs the good" is when you know it's not working... But couldn't just a smidgen of good in an area of bad be enough? It's not so bad what he does for me, it's just love, and I don't think it'll go anywhere. He broke up with her, which was a relief for me, haha, because now we can hang out... My benefit right.
I applied at another grocery store today and the kid next to me who I let use my pen called it a "witchdoctor" store and he told me all about his "insane" neighbors who are really just hippies, I'm sure. He was funny, 17, in high school... damn, I still feel like that sometimes.
Hanging out with Brett and my sister was such a nice time... she even told me she'd like to do it again, that she's down to hang out with us whenever, which is cooooooocooooo katchoooo
I'm seeing Kings of Leon with everybody this Saturday. I hung out with Nickole last night. People can be alright... can is a verb though, meaning change...
These lyrics speak to me... in so many different ways.
"I used to see you every day
used to see you every day
I danced around your folk and soul
i danced to all your fucking soul
i left you with your nose a bleedin'
and your toes a creepin' around
ahhh so mundane and incomplete
hand my down my pants and get me off this street
I'm passed out in your garden
i'm in I can't get off so soft
I'd pop myself in your body
I'd come into your party, but i'm soft
Behind the fringe of a whiskey high
mutiliating cat like eyes
and in your nose blood decadence
you try to drag me into your bohemian dancing
you paint my fingers and you paint my toes
you let your perfect nipple show "
used to see you every day
I danced around your folk and soul
i danced to all your fucking soul
i left you with your nose a bleedin'
and your toes a creepin' around
ahhh so mundane and incomplete
hand my down my pants and get me off this street
I'm passed out in your garden
i'm in I can't get off so soft
I'd pop myself in your body
I'd come into your party, but i'm soft
Behind the fringe of a whiskey high
mutiliating cat like eyes
and in your nose blood decadence
you try to drag me into your bohemian dancing
you paint my fingers and you paint my toes
you let your perfect nipple show "
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