Jan. 10th, 2006 10:01 pm:
*sigh*

Damn, today I had a straight up shitty ass, on the rocks, shaken, stirred, and all together fucked up, day!
...fucked up! ...the ass! ...with no lube!

Last night I forgot to set my alarm before I went to sleep, ended up sleeping in this morning, threw on some close and ran out to the car, sped to work and got pulled over by a cop, realized that in my rush to leave the house I left my wallet on my desk, got a ticket for speeding and a court date for driving without a license in possession, got to work late, got a verbal warning from my manager for being late, got a verbal warning for not being in full uniform because I forget my tie at home on my desk beside my wallet, and come lunch time I went hungry because I had no money and too much pride to bum off a coworker, had a few angry customers in a row, a coworker threw out his back (and while I feel bad for him) had to pick up the slack after he left, and as if all of that wasn't enough, as soon as I got off work I drove to Julie's and spent a whole minute with her before I had to say goodbye as she left to go back to New York...

*GASP*

...and so this one's for you Julie:

I got a faulty parachute
I got a stranger's friend
An exciting change in
My butcher's blend
A symbol on the ceiling
With the flick of a switch
My new found hero
In the enemy's ditch

Well somebody's something was left in the room
And man now that its gone well of course we assume
That somebody else needed something so bad
That they took everything that somebody had

Losing hope is easy
When your only friend is gone
And every time you look around
Well, it all, it all just seems to change

The mark was left
Man it's never the same
Next time that you shoot
Make sure that you aim
Open windows with passing cars
A brand new night
With the same old stars

Losing hope is easy
When your only friend is gone
And every time you look around
Well, it all, it all just seems to change

Feed the fool
A piece of the pie
Make a fool of his system
Make a fool of his mind
Give him bottles of lies
And maybe he'll find
His place in heaven
Cause he might just die

Losing hope is easy
When your only friend is gone
And every time you look around
Well, it all, it all just seems to change

But hanging on is easy
When you've got a friend to call
When nothings making sense at all
You're not the only one who's afraid of change

  As a side note:
Julie's 10 Questions and Answers
  1. What is your favorite word?
    • matrix

  2. What is your least favorite word?
    • hate

  3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
    • passion

  4. What turns you off?
    • bigotry / disrespect

  5. What is your favorite curse word?
    • fuck

  6. What sound or noise do you love?
    • music

  7. What sound or noise do you hate?
    • the sound of crowds, like when my store gets busy / crowded

  8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
    •  counterintelligence agent  acting or writing

  9. What profession would you not like to do?
    • blue collar / manual labor

  10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
    • "Welcome home, there are a few people who have been waiting to see you...  ...  ...and I'm sure you have a few questions you'd like me to answer..."

-Jack Johnson, "Losing Hope"

Feeling: [mood icon] crappy | Listening to: Jack Johnson

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