God damnit stimulate me!
Dec. 27th, 2002 09:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vicarzThey only want you when you're 17/ when you're 21, you're no fun/They take a Polaroid and let you go/say they'll let you know, so come on
For all my bitching I do listen to a lot of repetitive spiraly music, rifts more than songs.
I'm bored, stimulate me. Entertain me, I'm as blank as can be, and I've seen it before, and I've done it before...thank you Marc Almond. I've had 3/4 lb of Godiva chocolate and a huge bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper. I'm being so American it's just gross. The thought of a luxury SUV gives me an erection. I can't wait for tonight's episode of [sit-com] and hope the stripper gives me a lil extra in my lap dance. I hope the guy in the park is a hottie. I hope I beat my friends at the popularity contest. They have to like me, but envy me too. Have you seen the size of the fucking rock on my hand? I mean, I walk into a room and it's like BAM - everyone sees it and goes DAMN. We're spending hella cash, I'm buying names you can't even pronounce.
Sugar caffeine and a bit of non-specific anger. I made it out last night without hitting anyone, but I really want to have an excuse. I was part skinhead for a night. There was a geek with a cane who spun it briefly...I really wanted to spin it too. I wanted to spin it because I really like to spin things, hard and fast, but I also wanted to club him with it for being such a dork. Him and the guy with the sweats and the sunglasses leaning on the support column for effect.
I'm not sure I can get away with dresses anymore. I wish I could - maybe I'll bug Wendy to rate me. Ugh, I saw Voron last night, who was hitting on some girl and using me to do it. He commented like 3 times how he'd favor me with kisses, and how I'd wanted him for years. I did think he was cute once, but I've heard what comes out of his mouth since I first saw him. Done!? I also made the mistake of putting my hand on his side and quickly realized that the years have not been so fairly kind to his figure. So he was bragging at my 'expense' but he was so far off I didn't even feel the urge to correct him.
You should go to the gym. When you get frustrated with people it's a special little zing you get from knowing you can overpower them physically and break them into little pieces. Do you have any fucking idea what a charge you get out of feeling the bones snap beneath someone's skin!? Fitness is great, but revenge is fucking glorious. What? Why are you looking at me like that? Where are you going?
I could kill you with a thought but you wouldn't understand. So, I suppose fists will have to do.
For all my bitching I do listen to a lot of repetitive spiraly music, rifts more than songs.
I'm bored, stimulate me. Entertain me, I'm as blank as can be, and I've seen it before, and I've done it before...thank you Marc Almond. I've had 3/4 lb of Godiva chocolate and a huge bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper. I'm being so American it's just gross. The thought of a luxury SUV gives me an erection. I can't wait for tonight's episode of [sit-com] and hope the stripper gives me a lil extra in my lap dance. I hope the guy in the park is a hottie. I hope I beat my friends at the popularity contest. They have to like me, but envy me too. Have you seen the size of the fucking rock on my hand? I mean, I walk into a room and it's like BAM - everyone sees it and goes DAMN. We're spending hella cash, I'm buying names you can't even pronounce.
Sugar caffeine and a bit of non-specific anger. I made it out last night without hitting anyone, but I really want to have an excuse. I was part skinhead for a night. There was a geek with a cane who spun it briefly...I really wanted to spin it too. I wanted to spin it because I really like to spin things, hard and fast, but I also wanted to club him with it for being such a dork. Him and the guy with the sweats and the sunglasses leaning on the support column for effect.
I'm not sure I can get away with dresses anymore. I wish I could - maybe I'll bug Wendy to rate me. Ugh, I saw Voron last night, who was hitting on some girl and using me to do it. He commented like 3 times how he'd favor me with kisses, and how I'd wanted him for years. I did think he was cute once, but I've heard what comes out of his mouth since I first saw him. Done!? I also made the mistake of putting my hand on his side and quickly realized that the years have not been so fairly kind to his figure. So he was bragging at my 'expense' but he was so far off I didn't even feel the urge to correct him.
You should go to the gym. When you get frustrated with people it's a special little zing you get from knowing you can overpower them physically and break them into little pieces. Do you have any fucking idea what a charge you get out of feeling the bones snap beneath someone's skin!? Fitness is great, but revenge is fucking glorious. What? Why are you looking at me like that? Where are you going?
I could kill you with a thought but you wouldn't understand. So, I suppose fists will have to do.
