RE: The thread for flipping shits (and tables)
05-07-2012, 07:53 AM
There is a gun pointed at my foot, connected to a gun-triggering wick that burns away as people potentially important to my getting scholarships or postgraduate study lose patience with my powers-of-not-doing-shit-punctually. I have until Friday to extricate said foot from mouth, make my audacious escape, and berate myself for letting this happen again while kicking back a ginger beer with friends at a Tommy Ill gig.
Suffice to sayman, I'm still hungover, yup* I'll be keeping my presence aroundabouts to a lurk until I know I can stop lying to myself about whether I've got my shit together. Or, y'know, I'll stop feeling sorry for myself write the whole damn thing up tonight. Whatevs.
*feeling like a winner
Suffice to say
*
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow