March 7th, 2005

Regret

No Children - The Mountain Goats

I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a failsafe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it's already too late
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town
Again in my life
I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises
We're pretty sure they're all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn't over
And I hope you blink before I do
Yeah I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can't find one good thing to say
And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You'd stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die

I'll be at the bar if anyone needs me.

  • Current Music
    No Children-The Mountain Goats
Scud Heartbreaker

Productivity

I was actually somewhat productive today. Washed the car, watched Trainspotting, then made some gifs from it. Caught up on bills, mailed some crap, bought windshield washer fluid, filled it, shot some pool and watched the game at Mullen's. Hit Gamespot and DQ, watched 24 and The Contender. All in all, not too shabby. Back to hell tomorrow though, and for some reason I kept thinking next week was Spring Break. Moron. ASM tomorrow too, yay. I have a feeling it's going to be a long couple of weeks, I knew March was going to suck. When's St. Patrick's Day again? I sometimes think I shouldn't be here, as often at least. I've run out of relevant things to say, and I end up reading or seeing things that can only do me harm. My life is one of constant distraction, if I were to actually step back and look at things, I gather I wouldn't be too happy with what I saw. I'll quit bitching now.
  • Current Music
    The Simpsons