i don't swing much.

music:brothers on a hotel bed-death cab for cutie
mood:cranky

you may tire of me as our december sun is setting
because I'm not who I used to be
no longer easy on the eyes
but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
the youthful boy below
who turned your way and saw
something he was not looking for:
both a beginning and an end
but now he lives inside someone he does not recognize
when he catches his reflection on accident
on the back of a motor bike
with your arms outstretched trying to take flight
leaving everything behind
but even at our swiftest speed we couldn't break from the concrete
in the city where we still reside
and I have learned that even
landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men
cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides
like brothers on a hotel bed
like brothers on a hotel bed
like brothers on a hotel bed
like brothers on a hotel bed

ugh. i HATE being a girl sometimes. pooey.

realised today that despite everything, i'm pretty much an IDEALIST. i could spend the day dreaming of what could be, what should be, what may be. but there's no fault in a dreamer and the dream!

&that i'm really too quick to judge sometimes. but it's okay, my conscience always gives people 2nd,3rd,4th chances.

BUT you, i can't stand YOU. like, shoo fly. you put the 'pest' in 'pestilence'. or something or rather. HAHA. Bring It On: "you put the 'd' in 'deluded'." i LOVE that movie.
anywhoo.
I DON'T LIKE YOU.growl.

ps: peeeee requested a spot on this exclusive entry: how dare you disagree with the hottness of ADAM?! there's seriously no room for anything less than HOTT. that's right. hawt with a double tee. serious shit yo'

other death

music:stable song-death cab for cutie
mood:solemn

time for the final bow
rows of deserted houses
all our stable mates highway bound

the security guard died this evening. he didn't past away (passing away would imply slipping gently into darkness), he died. of course this news was followed by the usual shock at the cold abruptness of an end, the guilt for going out of my(his) way to avoid him and the cliche reflection on the fragility of life. tomorrow, in the guard house will be seated his permanent substitute.

on a lighter note, im now officially adopting this as my motto in life--
live fast, die old.