I don't exactly know what the hell this is about either. But I've some explanation for the NBA info and the band links. The NBA shit's because I wanted to salvage some efforts of a failed website. The music links exist as an aid in helping me to follow touring. Any of those bands I would jizz in my pants to see (or see again). But the rest of this mess is inexplicable and undoubtedly spawned by boredom. Oh, and Jamie Fox and Ice Cube exist because they mad rock.
Come count your trophies and stack 'em high. It's funny how reality can pass you by. Little girl wants to be as pretty as she can, and she lives by whatever it takes. The lights in the room are all dark, but livin' doesn't hurt if you haven't got a heart. So why not,
Why not taste the pain? You've got nothing to lose and nobody to blame. A hard shell for shame, so come display your skills, 'cause fuck lonely nights with empty bottles of pills. At 50/50 pills per shot come take her for a spin. I hope you like your sin with skin. You can count me out.
It's all for plastic, walking in your sleep. It's all for plastic, and it's only skin deep. It's all for plastic - here's to your health. It's all for plastic, so you can go fuck yourself. Reveille
thursday june 5th -- so what is it like to be right all of the time?
the new assistant manager at work apparently decided she should assert herself lately. and she attempts this by informing or reminding people, all of whom have been there much longer than her two week tenure, of their regular tasks, and as if the tasks'd be forgotten or ignored by us people who've been doing them for many months, or even years. so when she essentially delegated me to a duty instead of politely asking me about it, I had to look at her like "aren't you aware everyone in this store was offered your job?, and dont you know i possess a much greater concept of what is in the store's best interest?" Nobody there needs to be told what to do, except maybe her.
after work i went to the gym, but not much was crackin' in the way of basketballin', so as i go to leave i walk between
friday may 9th -- she's goin' away, what's wrong with my life today?
tonight I didn't get a call from a friend who said they'd call. it was important to me that they did. when realizing they weren't going to, i sat on the floor in my room and wanted to cry. yes, seriously. i haven't been this affected by something in a while. but right now i'm feeling forgotten and abandoned. i sat and stared at the same thing (a sticker on the side of my bookshelf) for over half an hour, completely still, not aware of anything in front of me -- you know, when everything blurs and a long stupor follows, your heart slows to almost nothing and time just slips.
but i'm glad this happened. it reminded me of a recent lack of consideration ive had for some other friends. it's never cool to forget or disregard your word and not call somebody... because sometimes it might matter more than you know.
sunday april 20th
so today was easter. i dropped out of bed around 1 o'clock and proceeded to accomplish nothing until about 4 o'clock, at which time i joined immediate and extended family in the middle of the house for food and bonding. nothing significant transpired, but then nothing ever does at this sort of thing; yet these days are always enjoyable... especially when grandpa's bound to drop his fork on the floor at least once. and today it happened twice. so needless to say, that was pleasing. and its never not fun to incite my uncle mark, king of cynicism and bitter rants. just toss some fodder his way and shit's gone.
later was the 'music as a weapon' tour at the memorial...
It plagues and shrinks you. It spreads like flood and seeps through. It drowns the roots that feed you. It plagues and shrinks you. It swells like smoke and sneaks through. My pride chokes the lungs that breathe you. You bear the sign of a weak mind.
I don't exactly know what the hell this is about either. But I've some explanation for the NBA info and the band links. The NBA shit's because I wanted to salvage some efforts of a failed website. The music links exist as an aid in helping me to follow touring. Any of those bands I would jizz in my pants to see (or see again). But the rest of this mess is inexplicable and undoubtedly spawned by boredom. Oh, and Jamie Fox and Ice Cube exist because they mad rock.