everyone's so intimately rearranged

so the broncos gone. i kinda have mixed feelings about it being gone. it was a decent truck, but had its problems...like the transmission would be totally spaztic sometimes, and other times shift like a new one. i was tired of the oil disappearing for no apparent reason. lets not forget about the electrical crap that would rear its head every so often.

i remember curling up in a ball with the drivers seat reclined one of the times me and jen were going thru our breakup. hail to the theif was playing on the cd player. i was parked in front of dougs apartment...its when he was in texas visiting his parents. the feelings that ran thru my head sitting there sobbing...the bloodstaind fist print on the headliner. it was surreal. i remember wondering if it would make it to texas. it saw me thru my first months at my job, making sure i got there on time. i dont think i've had this much of an emotional attachment to a vehicle since the fairlane.

buggy number two, you did good. i'll miss you.

how to disappear completely

i called off work today, because i can barely speak. i can hardly talk now, but meh. im not really sick per say, i just cant talk and have a stuffed up nose. oh so yeah, im sick. im having one of those meh moments in life where im really lonely. i dont have anyone to go home too and talk about my day. i dont have anyone to sit and watch goofy anime with. i dont know how much more of this i can take.

let down, hanging around

i feel like crying. i feel like everything i worked for this past year is going to fall apart at any moment. i need to see my therapist, but i dont have the money too. damn it. meh

Transport, motorways and tramlines,
starting and then stopping,
taking off and landing,
the emptiest of feelings,
disappointed people, clinging on to bottles,
and when it comes it's so, so, disappointing.

Let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.

Shell smashed, juices flowing
wings twitch, legs are going,
don't get sentimental, it always ends up drivel.
One day, I'm gonna grow wings,
a chemical reaction,
hysterical and useless
hysterical and

let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.

Let down,
Let down,
Let down.

You know, you know where you are with,
you know where you are with,
floor collapsing, falling, bouncing back
and one day, I'm gonna grow wings,
a chemical reaction, [You know where you are,]
hysterical and useless [you know where you are,]
hysterical and [you know where you are,]

let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.

it just feels like spinning plates

I want to see you smile again
Like diamonds in the dust
The amazing sound of the killing hordes
The day the banks collapse on us
Cease this endless chattering
Like everything is fine
When sorry is not good enough
Sit in the back while no-one drives

So glad you're mine