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I'm being bombarded with the IM messages from the guys.
One from someone trying to make me jealous by sleeping with Neil Diamond's corpse (nevermind that he's still alive), another telling me that women are insane because of the insanity chemicals released by tampons and the third bouncing up and down asking if he can call me.


And I think I'm just posting this because I don't want to look at my journal in the morning and see a post about menstruation being the last thing I had to say today.
Not that there's anything wrong with it... just .. yeah ... not what I want to wake up to, really.
I've got all these goals for tomorrow.
I'm hoping I can get at least ONE of them done. Doesn't matter which.. just has to be one of them so I don't crumple up in a ball and decide to die.
::nods:::
I'm so fuckin melodramatic.
HNGs annoy me.
My feet are cold.
I smell like jasmine baby powder.
I need someone to crack my back.
And I have a Jeff Buckley song stuck in my head ..
in fact.. it's this one:
Lover, You Should've Come Over (J. Buckley)

looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
and maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
but tonight you're on my mind so you never know

broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
where are you tonight, child you know how much I need it
too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
and much too blind to see the damage he's done
sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one

so I'll wait for you... and I'll burn
will I ever see your sweet return
oh will I ever learn

oh lover, you should've come over
'cause it's not too late

lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
my body turns and yearns for a sleep that won't ever come

it's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
it's never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her
it's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
it's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

well maybe I'm just too young
to keep good love from going wrong

oh... lover, you should've come over
'cause it's not too late

well I feel too young to hold on
and I'm much too old to break free and run
too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage I've done
sweet lover, you should've come over
oh, love well I'm waiting for you

lover, you should've come over
cause it's not too late



::sigh::
yeah.. I really dig that song.
bleh.
grrr.
sick of feeling like this really.
no.
I don't wanna explain.
not even a lil.

Comments

frobisher
Jun. 26th, 2001 10:26 am (UTC)
I think he may have actually meant the corpse that Neil keeps in the second bedroom.

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