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| TaoMan1121 (profile) wrote, on 9-10-2005 at 9:11pm | |
| Current mood: iffy Music: Augustana - Boston |
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| The good news: this place is incredibly easy to keep clean. Between its size and the fact that I'm the only person here, not a dirty dish enjoys an overnight hiberation in the sink and I'm vacuuming the place just about once a day. Also, got the rest of my posters up and I'm just waiting for the ones in the mail to arrive. (Word to wise: drilling concrete anchors pisses your neighbors off). The bad news: football makes me insanely homesick. A plethora of little things all over the place are evoking similar feelings. I don't know what else to say. :-/ That, and Michigan lost today. I did homework on a Saturday afternoon. WTF? My mood = She likes to sleep with the radio on So she can dream of her favorite song The one that no one has ever sung since she was small She'll never know that she made it up She had a soul and we ate it up Thrown away like a paper cup The music falls The only flaw in her detailed plan Is where she wins back the love of her man Everyone knows that he's never coming back He took her heart and she took his name He couldn't stand taking all the blame He left her only with guilt and shame and then she cracked Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves Of all these demons haunting us To keep us company In the dream I refuse to have She falls asleep in a lukewarm bath We're left to deal with the aftermath again On behalf of humanity I will fight for your sanity How profound such profanity can be Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves Of all these demons haunting us To keep us company Won't it be odd to be happy like we Always thought we're supposed to feel But never seem to be Near where I live there's a viaduct Where people jump when they're out of luck Raining down on the cars and trucks below They've put a net there to catch their fall Like it'll stop anyone at all What they don't know is when nature calls, you go They say that Jesus and mental health Are just for those who can help themselves But what good is that when you live in hell on earth? From the very fear that makes you want to die Is just the same as what keeps you alive It's way more trouble than some suicide is worth Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves Of all these demons haunting us To keep us company Won't it be odd to be happy like we Always thought we're supposed to feel But never seem to be Hard to admit I fought the war on drugs My hands were tied and the phone was bugged Another died and the world just shrugged it off |
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michellestar | 09-11-05 2:10am That's what my life has been missing...vacuuming. I've got it now! ::maniacal::
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mbenznut | 09-12-05 10:59am Why were you drilling in concrete walls? |
TaoMan1121 | Re:, 09-12-05 3:21pm To put posters up. In this complex, the adjoining walls between apartments are solid concrete. |
Fanelia | Re: Re:, 09-12-05 5:44pm Does that mean your walls are "hard to penetrate?" *stolen pun* ;-) |