You're so gorgeous, I'll do anything.

I have a friend who likes to word vomit like a drunken monkey. After listening to him for quite some time, talking seems ridiculous. He makes words sound so hollow.

I don't get it. Why exert so much energy in making up a sentence when you don't mean shit?
Cease the talking if you don't mean what you say and stop feeling sorry for the silence that would come should you don't talk.


Social obligation irks me. It takes the fun out of everything.

Like smiling on Raya day, all day long, at people you don't give two craps about. It's bad enough they come to your house and eat your food.
I serve you delicious food, I should have the right to not smile at you if I don't know you. I don't like not meaning my smile.



Anyway, I think if I grew up back then, I'd have a chance with Robert Smith.



Oh and apparently I'm so full of surprises, I surprise myself.



ika.

Current mood: half dead

Listening to: Boys Don't Cry.