spiked rod
Monday, April 30, 2007
I need one. Right now.
You know how LSS works, right? Last song syndrome, that random song that gets stuck on your head, whether you like it or not, whether you were paying attention to it a while a go or sleeping, then you find yourself singing the stupid song a little later on during the day, at a time when you're really bored, and, well, there's nothing to do. You're like that. You got stuck for some unknown reason (I know, I'm lying, BUT you just had to have your way and say stupid things, so fuck you too), and now that I have nothing to busy myself with, since acads doesn't actually eat up my time (and it's as boring as life could get), and well, it's like I'm counting a flock with an infinite number of sheep, but every now and then I'd snap and find you somewhere in it. Actually, in almost everything I do. So, there you go, I hope you've had your fun, now leave me alone. Please. I'd rather die of boredom instead of heatstroke. Or lack of blood circulation. And you just passed by. Again.
Dance, dance little boy, dance for your life.. (insert evil laugh here).
smiled at the sun again @ 10:01 PM,
