Say Anything all day. Yeah, it's a pointless bitching that a hipster broke my toy kind of day. To drums. When I get home I'll break out the sketchbook, Prismacolors, leather carving tools, poi and my buffalo of a guitar and get some arting done but for now, boo hoo. Snare roll.
Sometimes half ass-ing things turns up little gems (not in quality mind you, but sentiment of sorts). I've been using the same 5 subject notebook for the past 3 years and in my routine search for a fresh, doodle-free sheet I unearthed an pathetic little poem I wrote right after my first breakup. It made me giggle at my silliness. Oh the feelings had I...
My keychains keep me company on the first morning bus.
I'm headed home.
Deftly fingering plastic in long worn-out formations helps me
Remember things you've long forgotten.
The person I recall is someone we both know
You never were.
There are far more important things to lament right now
Than a boy I might have loved
But I like hiding in this,
Nestled firmly in phantom embraces and crocodile tears.
I know some day another winning smile will come my way
To feed me sugar coated half truths
But until then I'll thank you for giving me the lie.
It's easier seeing you with her when I know you're
Still just as alone as I.
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...That's false advertisement.
Ha! I must give more thought to my choices of expletives in the future.
Hey Homework, stop turning me into an alcoholic. How I forecast my next day scholastic performance: 1 beer in the fridge=C, 2 beers=B, 3 beers=A++, 4 beers=F.
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