“Why be sweet, why be careful, why be kind?
A man has only one thing on his mind.
Why ask politely, why go lightly, why say please?
They only want to get you on their knees.
There are a few things I never could believe:
A woman when she weeps,
A merchant when he swears,
A thief who says he’ll pay
A lawyer when he cares,
A snake when he is sleeping,
A drunkard when he prays,
I don’t believe you go to heaven when you’re good.
Everything goes to hell, anyway…
Laissez-faire, mi amour, c’est la vie
Shall I return to shore or swim back out to sea?
The world don’t care what a sailor does in town,
It’s all hanging in the windows by the pound.
I only want to hear you purr and to hear you moan,
There is another man who brings the money home.
I don’t want dishes in the sink,
Please don’t tell me what you feel or what you think.
There are few things I never could believe…”
I really have nothing new to say. I have a deep, burning hatred for this past Friday. Took off work for no reason, couldn’t bring the one person I wanted to go to the concert with, and then THE FUCKING CONCERT SOLD OUT. What the fuck? This isn’t even “You raped an orphanage while it was on fire” karma.
I got drunk dialed recently, by someone I haven’t spoken to in over a year. It was interesting. We drank shitty box wine and discussed the past summer. I got lost in Chapel Hill twice. And now, I might have Halloween plans. Hoo-rah.
What else? Hmm. Felix and Nick are sitting next to me. We’re watching Nostalgia Critic reviews. We’re staying in town til Tuesday night, then going to the beach til early Friday morning. Next week is vacation. I have no plans til the 29th, which is my sister’s birthday. The 30th, I’m going to see China Desade at Haunt in Richmond. Halloween is most likely Franklin Street or harassing people in Greensboro. Nothing new really, I hate the same shit, I love the same people. Everything’s pretty static right now.
Oh yeah, most likely getting a tattoo next week. Not sure which one yet.
