June 1st, 2005

angry

BAH!

Every time I *NEED* the metallic brads, I can't find them. But whenever I'm not worried about them, there they are, taunting me in a location that I can't freakin' remember on days like today.

me
Defeated by a stupid paperclip substitute
needy

More on my brain

I walk this lonely road
On the boulevard of broken dreams
It's easy to explode
When your butt is full of kerosene.


Where does my brain come UP with this shit?

me
Hostage in my own head.