Come Hither.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Beauty gets the attention,
Someday we'll know; A Walk To Remember
Ninety miles outside Chicago,
Can't stop driving, I don't know why
So many questions, I need an answer
Two years later, you're still on my mind
Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart?
Who holds the stars up in the sky?
Is true love just once in a lifetime?
Did the captain of the titanic cry?
[Chorus]
Someday we'll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
Why I wasn't meant for you
Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?
Or what the wind says when she cries?
I'm speeding by the place that I met you
For the ninety-seventh time tonight
[Chorus]
Someday we'll know
Why Samson loved Delilah
One day I'll go
Dancing on the moon
Someday you'll know
That I was the one for you
I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow
Watch the stars crash in the sea
If I could ask God just one question
Why aren't you here with me tonight?
[Chorus]
Someday we'll know
Why Samson loved Delilah
One day I'll go
Dancing on the moon
Someday you'll know
That I was the one for you
Everyone, at some point in their lives,
wakes up in the middle of the night
with the feeling that they are all alone in the world
and that nobody loves them now,
and that nobody will ever love them.
That they will never have a decent night's sleep again,
and will spend their lives
wandering blearily around a loveless landscape,
hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve,
but suspecting, in their heart of hearts,
that they will remain unloved forever.
The best thing to do in these circumstances
is to wake somebody else up,
so that they can feel this way too.
And that someone used to be you.
Perhaps I'm in the wrong body; I must have stumbled in.
All the love I want to give gets caught between every rib.
What does that make me?
I have good intentions, but no way of sharing them.
I wasn't always such a burden.
Yeah, once I deserved this,
but I wasn't always so tough.
I used to love you once,
but life just was too much.
I couldn't take the eyes any longer.
So most of the time we walk around,
constantly believing ourselves.
"I'm okay," we say, "I'm alright."
But sometimes the truth arrives on you
and you can't get it off.
That's when you realize
that sometimes it isn't even an answer;
it's a question.
Even now I wonder,
how much of my life is convinced?
'Cause you all want to lose yourself in another person,
you want to believe that love is transcendent and eternal.
I want to believe that too.
Someday we'll know; A Walk To Remember
Ninety miles outside Chicago,
Can't stop driving, I don't know why
So many questions, I need an answer
Two years later, you're still on my mind
Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart?
Who holds the stars up in the sky?
Is true love just once in a lifetime?
Did the captain of the titanic cry?
[Chorus]
Someday we'll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
Why I wasn't meant for you
Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?
Or what the wind says when she cries?
I'm speeding by the place that I met you
For the ninety-seventh time tonight
[Chorus]
Someday we'll know
Why Samson loved Delilah
One day I'll go
Dancing on the moon
Someday you'll know
That I was the one for you
I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow
Watch the stars crash in the sea
If I could ask God just one question
Why aren't you here with me tonight?
[Chorus]
Someday we'll know
Why Samson loved Delilah
One day I'll go
Dancing on the moon
Someday you'll know
That I was the one for you
Everyone, at some point in their lives,
wakes up in the middle of the night
with the feeling that they are all alone in the world
and that nobody loves them now,
and that nobody will ever love them.
That they will never have a decent night's sleep again,
and will spend their lives
wandering blearily around a loveless landscape,
hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve,
but suspecting, in their heart of hearts,
that they will remain unloved forever.
The best thing to do in these circumstances
is to wake somebody else up,
so that they can feel this way too.
And that someone used to be you.
Perhaps I'm in the wrong body; I must have stumbled in.
All the love I want to give gets caught between every rib.
What does that make me?
I have good intentions, but no way of sharing them.
I wasn't always such a burden.
Yeah, once I deserved this,
but I wasn't always so tough.
I used to love you once,
but life just was too much.
I couldn't take the eyes any longer.
So most of the time we walk around,
constantly believing ourselves.
"I'm okay," we say, "I'm alright."
But sometimes the truth arrives on you
and you can't get it off.
That's when you realize
that sometimes it isn't even an answer;
it's a question.
Even now I wonder,
how much of my life is convinced?
'Cause you all want to lose yourself in another person,
you want to believe that love is transcendent and eternal.
I want to believe that too.
I haven't really been keeping up with Amanda Bynes' twitter recently
because I've been like, having a life and stuff,
but I just went on it for the first time in maybe a month
and I implore you to do the same.
You guys, she actually must have some sort of mental retardation.
Literally.
"magic mushrooms seem exciting!"
"When I find out someone has a nasty twisted mind
I refer to them as a creeper = someone that has a nasty twisted mind"
My debut stage play is going
to be a one woman show starring me,
wherein I'll dramatically recite
every Amanda Bynes' tweet ever written,
for 3 straight hours.
suck my choco balls.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Also, this would be me if I tried to use pick-up lines
and sweet talk on someone:
Me: You wake me up daily, I don't even need Starbucks.
Him: Aw... wait, who said that?
Me: Ludacris. He's cool, right?
Him: Isn't that from the little rap part in that Justin Bieber song?
Me: I...
Him: It is! LOL!!!
Me (backing away slowly, whispering): U smile, I smile....
This shall be my next facebook profile picture.
But only because I'm lesbian.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Holla,
Fernando.
Dat ass.
YOU ARE KILLIN' ME.
Just sayin'
I care very deeply about football.
Fernando.
Dat ass.
YOU ARE KILLIN' ME.
Just sayin'
I care very deeply about football.
Christe,
By Your Side; Tenth Avenue North
Why are you striving these days?
Why are you trying to earn grace?
Why are you crying?
Let me lift up your face,
Just don't turn away.
Why are you looking for love?
Why are you still searching as if I'm not enough?
To where will you go, child,
Tell me where will you run,
To where will you run?
'Cause I'll be by your side,
Wherever you fall.
In the dead of night,
Whenever you call.
And please don't fight,
These hands that are holding you,
My hands are holding you.
Look at these hands at my side,
They swallowed the grave on that night.
When I drank the world's sin,
So I could carry you in
And give you life,
I want to give you life.
And I'll be by your side,
Wherever you fall.
In the dead of night,
Whenever you call.
And please don't fight,
These hands that are holding you,
My hands are holding you.
Here at my side,
Wherever you fall.
In the dead of night,
Whenever you call.
And please don't fight,
These hands that are holding you,
My hands are holding you.
Cause I, I love you,
I want you to know.
That I, I love you,
I'll never let you go.
And I'll be by your side,
Wherever you fall.
In the dead of night,
Whenever you call.
And please don't fight,
These hands that are holding you,
My hands are holding you.
Here at my side,
Wherever you fall.
In the dead of night,
Whenever you call.
And please don't fight,
These hands that are holding you,
My hands are holding you.
Here at my side,
my hands are holding you.
I'm on my knees, begging You to notice me.
I'm on my knees, Father, will You turn to me?
One tear in the dropping rain,
one voice in a sea of pain.
Could the Maker of the stars,
hear the sound of my breaking heart?
I've been so afraid, afraid to close my eyes.
So much can slip away before I say goodbye.
So many questions without answers,
but Your promises remain.
I can't see but I'll take my chances,
to hear You call my name.
I heard You call my name.
You have called me for a purpose,
but Lord, I'm not worthy.
Christe Eleison.
By Your Side; Tenth Avenue North
Why are you striving these days?
Why are you trying to earn grace?
Why are you crying?
Let me lift up your face,
Just don't turn away.
Why are you looking for love?
Why are you still searching as if I'm not enough?
To where will you go, child,
Tell me where will you run,
To where will you run?
'Cause I'll be by your side,
Wherever you fall.
In the dead of night,
Whenever you call.
And please don't fight,
These hands that are holding you,
My hands are holding you.
Look at these hands at my side,
They swallowed the grave on that night.
When I drank the world's sin,
So I could carry you in
And give you life,
I want to give you life.
And I'll be by your side,
Wherever you fall.
In the dead of night,
Whenever you call.
And please don't fight,
These hands that are holding you,
My hands are holding you.
Here at my side,
Wherever you fall.
In the dead of night,
Whenever you call.
And please don't fight,
These hands that are holding you,
My hands are holding you.
Cause I, I love you,
I want you to know.
That I, I love you,
I'll never let you go.
And I'll be by your side,
Wherever you fall.
In the dead of night,
Whenever you call.
And please don't fight,
These hands that are holding you,
My hands are holding you.
Here at my side,
Wherever you fall.
In the dead of night,
Whenever you call.
And please don't fight,
These hands that are holding you,
My hands are holding you.
Here at my side,
my hands are holding you.
I'm on my knees, begging You to notice me.
I'm on my knees, Father, will You turn to me?
One tear in the dropping rain,
one voice in a sea of pain.
Could the Maker of the stars,
hear the sound of my breaking heart?
I've been so afraid, afraid to close my eyes.
So much can slip away before I say goodbye.
So many questions without answers,
but Your promises remain.
I can't see but I'll take my chances,
to hear You call my name.
I heard You call my name.
You have called me for a purpose,
but Lord, I'm not worthy.
Christe Eleison.
Truth is,
There will always come a time
when you finally realized that
not all that glitters is gold.
Be it a thing, a somebody, or anybody,
because when that time comes,
you ought to run, run, run.
Or like a quicksand, it sinks you in.
And it only takes you down,
down a guilt trip of forever.
Because when you stepped out to face
this creature called sin,
you step out alone.
The only way to escape,
is to rid your existence.
So one day, I will disappear from here.
I will be on the other side of the world to you.
And you will never find me.
Here, I will tell you a secret -
all the best people are mad.
There will always come a time
when you finally realized that
not all that glitters is gold.
Be it a thing, a somebody, or anybody,
because when that time comes,
you ought to run, run, run.
Or like a quicksand, it sinks you in.
And it only takes you down,
down a guilt trip of forever.
Because when you stepped out to face
this creature called sin,
you step out alone.
The only way to escape,
is to rid your existence.
So one day, I will disappear from here.
I will be on the other side of the world to you.
And you will never find me.
Here, I will tell you a secret -
all the best people are mad.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
EVER HAD A FUCKING ELEVATOR BREAK DOWN
FOR NEARLY AN HOUR BECAUSE THE SERVICEMAN
IS A STUPID INCOMPETENT FUCK?
LOL, I HAVE.
I was stuck in there with a complete stranger and we were in there for so long I thought I'd have to fuck him and start a brave new world so our species wouldn't become extinct.
BRB taking stairs for the rest of my life.
Hey you,
I need a haircut, I know.
Also, I need a kiss.
WOBBUFFET!!
I need a haircut, I know.
Also, I need a kiss.
WOBBUFFET!!
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
How I spend my holidays.
Get very wasted.
Wake up and eat a lifetime of chicken.
Every other fucking day.
Because I can never do beer,
I always get stoked after.
What I've been up to: Internet stalking.
Scenario 1:
Saw cute boy. Clicked on cute boy's icon.
Read cute boy's blog.
Intend to 'Follow' cute boy.
Cute boy is following 457 other followers.
300 out of 457 are females?!
Fuck you, cute boy.
It's over.
Scenario 2:
Saw cute boy. Clicked on cute boy's icon.
Naked pictures of busty women.
Fucking STD carrier!
Exit page. Clear history.
Wash eyes.
Scenario 3:
Saw cute boy. Clicked on cute boy's icon.
Clicked on cute boy's Facebook link.
'In a relationship with (insert guy's name here)'
Fuck you, I've a dick too man!
I can't stop crying.
Because all the good guys are serving the nation,
and they get chicken on the menu for every meal.
So this is what I end up doing all day.
I don't always have to pretend that I don't have a vagina,
and that I don't care about feelings and shit.
All I asked for is just one decent guy,
maybe have some chicken on my plate too.
And while you're at it, suck my dick.
How is that a lot?!
I, is very angry right nao.
Wake up and eat a lifetime of chicken.
Every other fucking day.
Because I can never do beer,
I always get stoked after.
What I've been up to: Internet stalking.
Scenario 1:
Saw cute boy. Clicked on cute boy's icon.
Read cute boy's blog.
Intend to 'Follow' cute boy.
Cute boy is following 457 other followers.
300 out of 457 are females?!
Fuck you, cute boy.
It's over.
Scenario 2:
Saw cute boy. Clicked on cute boy's icon.
Naked pictures of busty women.
Fucking STD carrier!
Exit page. Clear history.
Wash eyes.
Scenario 3:
Saw cute boy. Clicked on cute boy's icon.
Clicked on cute boy's Facebook link.
'In a relationship with (insert guy's name here)'
Fuck you, I've a dick too man!
I can't stop crying.
Because all the good guys are serving the nation,
and they get chicken on the menu for every meal.
So this is what I end up doing all day.
I don't always have to pretend that I don't have a vagina,
and that I don't care about feelings and shit.
All I asked for is just one decent guy,
maybe have some chicken on my plate too.
And while you're at it, suck my dick.
How is that a lot?!
I, is very angry right nao.
Monday, June 14, 2010
How Asian step-dads roll.
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Asian step-dad (Type 1):
No, you take a picture over dere!
Don't move, don't smile ...
take off pants!
Asian step-dad (Type 2):
Why you get C?
You not a C-sian, not a B-sian.
You a A-sian!
Asian step-dad (Type 3):
What? You sleep more because it summer?
You disappointment to my family!
No rice for you.
Asian step-dad (Type4):
You don' finish you food,
you go to hell!
I know right.
Asian step-dad (Type 1):
No, you take a picture over dere!
Don't move, don't smile ...
take off pants!
Asian step-dad (Type 2):
Why you get C?
You not a C-sian, not a B-sian.
You a A-sian!
Asian step-dad (Type 3):
What? You sleep more because it summer?
You disappointment to my family!
No rice for you.
Asian step-dad (Type4):
You don' finish you food,
you go to hell!
I know right.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
As I was saying,
Just spent 12 hours of my wasted life
watching 6 movies in one sitting,
and gone unshowered for close to that many hours.
Also, exercised by walking dog and bathing dog.
And I was like:
And then come home, eat 9 million slices of cake.
Don't judge me.
JUST SUCK MY SPARKLY DICK.
watching 6 movies in one sitting,
and gone unshowered for close to that many hours.
Also, exercised by walking dog and bathing dog.
And I was like:
And then come home, eat 9 million slices of cake.
Don't judge me.
JUST SUCK MY SPARKLY DICK.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
I wanted to live in the clouds.
Right now, I have technicolor nails,
but only because I'm bored.
So Sephora, pump it up, will ya?
I only want your suede range.
Also, I'm finding it hard to care about anything.
All I know is that I need to find a job.
A job that pays me well.
A job that pays me so well
that it makes my father weep.
Only because he refuses to give me allowance.
Damn right, I'm staging an act of rebellion.
But y'all know I still love my dad.
By the way, can someone tell me,
how can you expect to fit into delicious dresses
when you practically make out with Nutella?
Diz mah shitz.
but only because I'm bored.
So Sephora, pump it up, will ya?
I only want your suede range.
Also, I'm finding it hard to care about anything.
All I know is that I need to find a job.
A job that pays me well.
A job that pays me so well
that it makes my father weep.
Only because he refuses to give me allowance.
Damn right, I'm staging an act of rebellion.
But y'all know I still love my dad.
By the way, can someone tell me,
how can you expect to fit into delicious dresses
when you practically make out with Nutella?
Diz mah shitz.
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