If nothing can cheer me up, Bo certainly can.
His girlfriend, however, must go.
I showed a two-year-old my iPod, and am thrilled to have introduced him to something so wonderful. I also showed an eighty-year-old what an iPod was. Also, I was ganged up on by all the women in my family and given a very awkward “sex talk”. I wish I could say I was kidding…
Drove part of the way home, on the highways. :D
Watched The Locket with my mum.
Sad movie, really.
I am cold, but I like it.
I do not match, but I do not mind it.
I am tired, but I do not want to close my eyes.
I am alone, but there is so much going on in my head.
I am hungry, but I shall not get food.
I want love, but I know not where to find it.
I need to talk, but my friends are not longer mine.
I think too much, but it’s a good way to pass the time.
I asked my husband if he wanted a divorce.
He said, “why?”
“Because, I feel like I’m forcing you into it.”
“So do you want to get a divorce?”
“Whatever you want.”
“So, I’m not forcing you?
“Then we’re still married. :D”
“You put my picture in a box, it was the one inside your locket. What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket? Your fingers say to come, but your eyes say I should stop it. If I regret all I’ve done, I would be trapped inside that locket.”—
“Kill the lights, these children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks. It feels right, all these asphyxiated, self-medicated; take the white pill, you’ll feel alright.”—3OH!3, I’m Not Your Boyfriend Baby
Why is it that the things that make us happy are so far away?
That moment of happiness is brief, yet so brilliant.
Can people really find true happiness in another person?
Just their smile can make their day epicly better, and their words can heal hidden wounds?
Why is it that those of us who need just a brief lapse of happiness get it so sparse.
I wish I could capture those small moments that make me happy and stick them in a bottle.
At will, I would uncork that bottle and the troubles of my day would escape and mesh with the troubles that are relieved by other’s happy moments.
That person confronted me the other day.
It was awkward to say the least, and I shall say no more.
I found a new unrequited love for 3OH!3.
They make me want to dance…and wear a speedo in public, butnotreally.
I hate exclamation marks.
The emphasis that they achieve is one I fail to need.
If I am excited, I will use caps.
Everything that an exclamation mark can do, caps can do better.
I don’t think I like you anymore.
It was a swift realization that came over me as I stared at the back of your head.
I think I like that lethal drug again.
The one who shocks my heart and causes me to become comatose.
The word comatose is better than coma.
However, the word legit is better than legitimate.