Lets Dance, Sans Pants

Death On My Face

RO — Fri, 22 Jan 2010 03:13:16 +0000

Ever had the chicken pox? You might have had it when you were little and it’s probably for the best because at 23 it’s just demoralising. I have these hideous bumps EVERYWHERE (even on one of my eyelids) and I will tell you the mirror isn’t being nice but at least it’s not lying. Urgh, I hate this. I hate the fact they’re so itchy. I hate the fact I can’t help scratch at them. I hate the dark scars they leave. I hate myself. The way I look. Hate! Hate! Hate! I want to cut off my fingers so I stop scratching/touching them. It’s gross and I’m gross.

Laura

RO — Sat, 10 Oct 2009 00:38:45 +0000

Hey Girls, I can almost play your entire album on guitar.

Where did it start?
We used to be friends
Now when I run into you, I pretend I don’t see you
I know that you hate me

I’ve tried to be tough
I’ve tried to be mean
I don’t want to be like this
And I hope that you listen
All I’m trying to say is

Reach out and touch me
I’m right here
And I don’t want to fight anymore
I really wanna be your friend forever
A friend until the end of it all

I know I’ve made mistakes
But I’m asking you give me a break
I really wanna be your friend forever
Friends forever

You’ve been a bitch
I’ve been an ass
I don’t want to point the finger
I just know I don’t like it
I don’t wanna do this

What can I do? (What should I do?)
Is it too late? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
I just want to say I’m sorry
And I hope you listen
I’m trying to say this

Reach out and touch me
I’m right here
And I don’t want to fight anymore
I really wanna be your friend forever
A friend until the end of it all

I know I’ve made mistakes
But I’m asking you to give me a break
I really wanna be your friend forever
Friends forever

Laura, baby, I’m right here
And I don’t wanna fight anymore
I really wanna be your friend forever
A friend until the end of it all

I know I’ve made mistakes
But I’m asking you to give me a break
I really wanna be your friend forever
Friends forever

Scarf Weather

RO — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 04:08:36 +0000

Currently it is 12 degrees. It’s meant to be spring. Warm weather. Brisk mornings. Mean temperatures of 20 degrees, y’know.

IT’S NOT.

Down and Almost Out

RO — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 02:29:25 +0000

I got all my pants tailored today.

I felt special until the tailor asked if I was alright, which was followed with, you like a bit tired. Ok, yeah, I’m tired. Last night was the worse sleep I’ve had in a long time. I have this decision to make and I don’t know what to do.

As I type this, there is a rainbow lorikeet in my backyard who is not feeling 100%. He doesn’t want to eat. I mean, I’ve tried giving him some food but he’ll have one seed but he’ll eat it really slowly and then sit there while my hand – full of seeds – rests before him. There is something wrong. Maybe he feels what I’m feeling at the moment.

Without You Two

RO — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 10:54:28 +0000

We all met in the most oddest of circles but somehow we just grew closer. I would’ve never even predicted this and I’m really glad it all worked out though. As an only child I don’t have many people to turn to and lately, you both have been there for me and I cannot thank you both enough.

Fun Fact #1

RO — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 10:39:58 +0000

Possessive, moody, selfish, fragile, presumptuous and more to be confirmed. These are my vices and today they all got the better of me.

Amusing Ourselves to Death

RO — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 09:35:46 +0000

I’m using Neil Postman’s book as a catalyst. Everyday I’m finding my memory is not as sharp as it used to be. So in the event I inherit dementia, this blog will act as my records.