Tuesday, February 26, 2008

"But whatever you're gonna do, I'm gonna follow you..."

"And you wanna hold hands, in the cemetery
And you wanna be lost, for all eternity
And everything is dark, and kind of scary
And you crave the full moon, but i don't care..."

God I fucking love the HorrorPops. I love them so much it makes my fucking eyes bleed... with joy.

Like this:


Their show fucking ate my soul and spit it out like gristle. Happy happy gristle. It was most pleasurable. Oh man. It makes my heart skip a beat as much as a bad crush. Damn, that's awesome. I like that feeling not to depend on some girl because girls are often disappointing, but music is always there for me. Arggh. I could be hanging out with an awesome girl this week if it weren't for MY STUPID FUCKING PHONE BEING STUPID FUCKING BROKEN. God damn it. I also realized I haven't paid the bill so in the time since it broke, it's probably been disconnected anyways. Crappy mccrapperson! hehehe.. crapperson. I also secretly/not so secretly just quietly for the most part love another girl, so it's probably okay that I'm not hanging out with the one here. Okay, too many pronouns. I'm confused. The pronoun game... not fun. That's what I call it when you're around someone you can't tell you're gay but you don't want to lie. End up saying "they" and it becomes obvious pretty quickly if they're not completely oblivious - I use it to refer to all of it though, even if you're not dumb enough to say "they." I haven't had to play it in many many years b/c I've been so completely out for so long now, but I had to pull it the other day with my recruiter. Like... "so this girl I was... hanging out with..." when referring to someone I'd been dating. Whoops. I mean, they know. It's pretty obvious. I just can't say it. That's gonna be the hardest thing about the Army, I think. Oh the things we trade for financial stability. Love, pride... is there nothing I won't sell off? It's more like renting I guess... for four years. I'm not feeling bad though. I've already come to terms with the sacrifices I'll have to make, or else I wouldn't be signing on Thursday. FUCKING THURSDAY OH MY GOD. I'm not actually all that nervous. I think I'll be much more scared when it gets close to my ship date.

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