August 23, 2010
.oh well.
What you did to me made me
See myself something different
Though I try to talk sense to myself
But I just won't listen
Won't you go away
Turn yourself in
You're no good at confession
Before the image that you burned me in
Tries to teach you a lesson
What you did to me made me see myself somethin' awful
A voice once stentorian is now again meek and muffled
It took me such a long time to get back up the first time you did it
I spent all I had to get it back, and now it seems I've been outbidded
My peace and quiet was stolen from me
When I was looking with calm affection
You were searching out my imperfections
What wasted unconditional love
On somebody
Who doesn't believe in the stuff
You came upon me like a hypnic jerk
When I was just about settled
And when it counts you recoil
With a cryptic word and leave a love belittled
Oh what a cold and common low way to go
When I was feeding on the need for you to know me
Devastated at the rate you fell below me
What wasted unconditional love
On somebody
Who doesn't believe in the stuff
-Fiona Apple
August 12, 2010
.fan the flames,
The cultivation of the pleasures of the senses was ever my principal aim in life, knowing that I was personally calculated to please the fair sex, I always strove to make myself agreeable to it.
~ Cassanova
August 5, 2010
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.there you have it, im a manic depresive with grand illusions.
.lowered expectations.
Well.....I really expected someone other than my roommate to be peeling me out of this dress tonight, but it's all good. Oldies dance party initiated by yours truly. 3 boozy nights.
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