"sometimes/it's just that nothing seems worth saving..."

[numberoneblind]

friday night I moped around and cleaned my room. saturday night I did laundry. WOW WHAT AN EXCITING WEEKEND.

now I am at work, procrastinating, and crocheting a ridiculously tiny octopus in the same yarn as my handwarmers (by which I mean from leftover handwarmer yarn, heh).

tired tired tired.

I want it to be spring break. I'm tired of feeling and being alone.



she reads the minds of all the people
as they pass her by
hoping someone can see

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by way of a response

[r-macduff.livejournal.com]

I can't watch her slip away

I won't let you fall apart
I was there too
before anyone else
I was like you
I won't let you fall apart

And for additional commentary, the song that always brings me back is Tool's Parabola. I can send it to you if you don't have it.

Re: by way of a response

[numberoneblind.livejournal.com]

oh yes, I have that song. I like Tool, and I am one of those people who, upon discovering a band they like, immediately accumulates a vast quantity of their music... so yeah.

And thank you.

And we need to hang out and play Kitten Cannon Drinking Game.

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[r-macduff.livejournal.com]

I have Caramel Irish Cream in my fridge. When you're up for a game, I'll bring it.

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[numberoneblind.livejournal.com]

Ooooh. I LOVE Irish Cream.

I'll let you know, haha.

[selfishsinner.livejournal.com]

Friday my dear, Friday. We will drink, and bitch about how people suck, and broken hearts. We are never alone. I love you.

[numberoneblind.livejournal.com]

Drinking and bitching = yay. I love you too.