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come pick me up...
...written on 2007-06-18, @ 2:04 p.m.
I wish you would ...
come pick me up...take me out,
fuck me up...
steal my records...
screw all my friends, they're all full of shit...
with a smile on your face,
and then do it again..
Have I ever told you how much I love Ryan Adams? Too bad he's a pretentious fuck of an artist, blowing off concerts and shit.
But you know, when you're that good at what you do, it doesn't matter if you're an asshole or not.
You'll always have your job.
My life isn't a movie plot...
Or at least I HOPE it's not!
Why then do these things keep happening to me?
WHY?!?!
There seems to be some sort of jinx...this curse on my relationships I suppose...
the two year mark will loom in sight, it will pass.. and then it will inevitably end...
I was looking over DV's blog, and I think he and I came to the same conclusion that in the end ... perhaps we were meant to be alone ...
Alone because that is where we have no need to explain to others what exactly goes through our minds...
Alone because I - for one, just can't stand the stupid inane psychobable-bullshit that people try to tell me about ...
Its the little things that make me happy.
No that's not entirely the truth either...
Life is just this one ... complicated, absolutely fucked up mess... and anybody who tells you that they understand it completely is either an complete idiot, or absolutely insane. - TP
For some strange reason, he decided to swing into my life a week ago too...
Too?
yes. too.
i'm not even going to pretend to understand the sequence of events that followed, or even the logic behind my own actions that have led me up to this moment...
this exact moment in space and time..
While I contemplate everything in its entirety...
I tell myself, everything will eventually work itself out.
Eventually.
And yet, I can't stop listening to Hoobastank (Hoobaskank..), Amy Winehouse and MLTR...
strange combination I know... but its what you make of it...
Maybe its the lyrics, maybe it's the melancholy...
I really wish I could say it was just the alcohol...
but I can't...
Maybe... in another lifetime...
in another place...
in a different space...
just maybe baby...