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in an old silverline
i was yours, you were mine
i was hoarse, you were mean
we designed drum machines

but every day in every way
im falling out of love with you
every kiss means less and less
im falling out of love with you
every hour kills a flower
im falling out of love with you
you just bore me more and more
im falling out of love with you

they made sounds much like drums
i was young you were dumb
now youre older and im wiser
we design synthesizers

but every day in every way
im falling out of love with you
every kiss means less and less
im falling out of love with you
every hour kills a flower
im falling out of love with you
you just bore me more and more
im falling out of love with you




you know what i'm tired of? the fucking financial service office fucking my ass dry. that's what i'm fucking tired of. i've been staying up for my advisor to call me back so i'll have money for food.... and rent and bills and such. does she call me back? no... you know why? because that would be convenient. my school is the fucking antithesis of convenient unless it's them taking money from me.

don't let this get you wrong, i'm actually in a happy mello-ish mood. possibly because i'm too fucking tired to muster any bit of emotion.

on that note, i don't believe imma be able to make it to class tonight. i'm so nodding off right now. i'm like, the worst student ever.


meh... oh well.




random:

i remember when i was a little kid, hanging out in the bathtub and wondering why my mom had a separate soap for her face. i was about 8. i remember one day i was making myself a shaving cream beard and mom walked in and so i asked her. she told me that i would understand when i was older. that meant 2 years.

this reminds me or this odd recurring dream i'm having about being a guy and fucking this incredibly violent chick that has a tendency to stab people with scissors, as well as the fact that i still do odd things in the bath tub, like when i'm shampooing my hair i'll make myself a mohawk.

a lot of introspection is sparked by bathing i've noticed. i dunno whether it's because i have so many memories tied to it, or because it's the only time i'm truly alone anymore.
Current Mood:
exhausted exhausted
Current Music:
the 6ths: falling out of love with you
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On May 30th, 2004 03:46 pm (UTC), fiduch commented:
crazy scissor-stabbing chick was more than a one-time dream occurrence?? creepy.
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