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its never going to be ok.
mood: I really dont want to be awake
song: garbage
why do you love me, it's driving me crazy.
no need to update.
wrote a story. not posting it, it'll get me trouble.
had fun on friday with robbie and zak. charlie & choc fact. was good.
went to a family reunion that wasn't mine, got into a h2o/mt.dew fight.
got in a fight left talked to dustin picked up sarah went to niles got jason took me home. got in another fight read went to sleep for 2 hours woke up and now i'm here.
pointless jargin. and i'm done.
~Kat.
Garbage ~ Hammering in My Head
I'm stressed but you're freestyle
I'm overworked but I'm undersexed
I must be made of concrete
I sign my name across your chest
Give out the same old answers
I trot them out for the relatives
Company tried and tested
I use the ones that I love the best
Like an animal you're moving over me
Like an animal you're moving over me
When did I get perverted
I can't remember your name
I'm growing introverted
You touch my hand and it's not the same
This was so unexpected
I never thought I'd get caught
Play boomerang with your demons
Shoot to kill and you'll pop them off
BANG! BANG!
Like an animal you're moving over me
Like an animal you're moving over me
You should be sleeping my love
Tell me what you're dreaming of (all 4x)
I knew you were mine for the taking
I knew you were mine for the taking
I knew you were mine for the taking
When I walked in the room
I knew you were mine for the taking
I knew you were mine for the taking
Your eyes light up
When I walk in the room
A hammering in my head don't stop
From the bullet train
From Tokyo to Los Angeles
I'm leaving you behind
A flash in the pan
A storm in a teacup
A needle in a haystack
A prize for the winning
A dead for the raising
A catch for the chasing
A jewel for the choosing
A man for the making in this blistering heat
Sweat it all out
Sweat it all out
With your bedroom eyes and your baby pouts
Sweat it all out
In our electric storms and our shifting sands
Our candy jars and our sticky hands
Sweat it all out (6x)
Don't forget what I wrote you then
And don't forget what I told you then
And don't forget I that meant to win
And don't forget your ventolin
So a hammering in my head don't stop
In the bullet train from Tokyo to Los Angeles
(i've posted this song before and it lead to bad comments. i hope that won't happen again)For those that are curious...september 12, 2004 title of the entry is exlpoit your body. 12 comments.
Oh yay. It's bad enough going to your own reunion let alone some other family's.
Maybe you should do that more often. Write shit down just because and don't do anything with it. A lot of psychoanalysts tell their patients that to help them relieve stress. Did it help you any?