|Warning: I'm slightly drugged with Benadryl.
||[May. 1st, 2006|03:35 am]
|[||I am feeling...
|[||I am watching/listening to...
|||||The Smiths- Big Mouth Strikes Again.||]|
I've figured out something. I'm like a rich bitch in the jewerely store. I like the shiny. But the shiny to me are people. Boys mostly. Girls I tend to stay a bit more attached to than guys. I'll like someone for a bit, then when they get to close, or it looks like they're going to kill me with sweetness, I back away. Like something shiny that has dulled. Then give me time and I'm right back at them. It's like someone dipped the dull shiney into cleanser and made it all new again. Another thing, I tend to like ladies that are meaner than me. Yeah, that can shoot me down, or that are waaaay weaker than me. I don't like them on my level apparently. Well, there are like two that are, but you know. I'm all sorts of fucked up.
This sounds like a first grader wrote it.
Minus the Fuck word.
But then again, it's America 2006. You never know.
I'm not even sure if I know what I'm talking about right now.