pretty and pointless

"maybe the Earth would be better off without us. 

safe and clean and perfect

like a toy nobody ever played with."

poof

my hair looks frighteningly similar to David Lee Roth's when i just let it air dry.

hey baby

tonight, i was in the London Drugs CD section, when i stumbled across this album called "Rock-a-bye Baby: No Doubt". It was a collection of No Doubt songs but for babies. some GENIUSES somewhere replaced Tom and Tony's guitars, Adrian's drums, and Gwen's vocals with... err... lullaby sounds. 

i was seriously considering buying in for my [very far in the] future children.

seriously considering it.

"bathwater" no doubt

You and your museum of lovers
The precious collection you've housed in your covers
My simpleness threatened by my own admission

And the bags are much too heavy
In my insecure condition
My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again

But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
I can't help it...you're my kind of man

Wanted and adored by attractive women
Bountiful selection at your discretion
I know I'm diving into my own destruction

So why do we choose the boys that are naughty?
I don't fit in so why do you want me?
And I know I can't tame you...but I just keep trying

'Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
I'm on your list with all your other women
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
You make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it...you're my kind of man

Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?

So I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles
Diligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble
Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions

'Cause I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
Share a toothbrush...you're my kind of man
I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it...you're my kind of man

No I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I still love to wash in your old bathwater

texts from last night

"Ryan Bell is driving me home in Jesse Horochuk's BMW. i'm with Marty. this is so strange."

yet another friday night...

alice glass

"a martyr for my love for you" the white stripes

She was sixteen and six feet tall 
In a crowd of teenagers comin' out of the zoo 
She stumbled started to slip and fall 
Teeter-tottered on the top of patent leather shoes 
I happened to catch her and said, 
"maybe these ruby shoes are a little cumbersome for you" 

Maybe for you, now 

But not as shaky as I must have seemed 
Talkin' junk through her giggle, little teenage dream 
And on the phone I could not compete 
My dumb-love fake competence was getting weak 
For a sec' I thought I sounded sweet 
But sure 'nough in a gruff, faint voice 
I heard myself speak 

(Chorus:)
I could stay a while 
But sooner or later I'll break your smile 
And I can tell a joke 
But one of these days I'm bound to choke 
And we could share a kiss 
But I feel like I can't go through with this 
And I bet we could build a home 
But I know the right thing for me to do 
Is to leave you alone 

Leave you alone, now 

I'm beginning to like you 
So you probably won't get what I'm going to do 
I'm walkin' away from you 
It probably don't make much sense to you 
But I'm trying to save you 
From all of the things that I'll probably say or do 

I'll probably do

(Chorus:)
I could stay a while 
But sooner or later I'll break your smile 
And I can tell a joke 
But one of these days I'm bound to choke 
And we might share a kiss 
But I feel like a can't go through with this 
And I bet we could build a home 
But I know the right thing for me to do 
Is to leave you alone 

Leave you alone, now 

You'll probably call me a fool 
And say I'm doin' exactly what a coward would do 
And I'm beginning to like you 
What a shame it's a lame way to live 
But what can I do? 
I hope you appreciate what I do 

I'm a martyr for my love for you
A martyr for my love for you, now 
A martyr for my love for you 
A martyr for my love for you

keep it comin'

likes: flirty, cute text messages and facebook comments. god, i'm such a loser.

you're like an indian summer in the middle of winter

"i wanted my look to be part Stevie Nicks and part... fairy." - Katy Perry

we'll be dreaming ways to keep the good alive

you whisper "come on over"

'cause you're two drinks in

but in the morning

i will say good-bye again

friends, lovers, or nothing

you see,

there can only be one

friends, lovers, or nothing

we'll never be an in-between

so give it up

-"Friends, Lovers, or Nothing"

John Mayer  

we will make everything wrong in the right way

"i want to rob lumber mills and hospitals with you and just bewilder the hell out of people, the way love should." - asofterworld ♥

let us give thanks

thank GOODNESS friday night was so much fun ("my lips are pulsating" ohhh god) because other than that, my Thanksgiving weekend SUCKED.

i worked all 3 days, and every day was complete MAYHEM.

turkey dinner was amazing, though.

at least there's that.

and friday night =)

everybody loves a winner, so nobody loved me

- "Who is Josh Groban?"

- "KILL YOURSELF!"

"We'll get you sobered up... find you some underwear. it's not too late for you."

"the way you use your mental illness to help these kids is really inspiring."

"that's the most offensive thing i've seen in 20 years of teaching - and that includes an elementary school production of Hair."

"oh HELL to the NO! i'm not down with this background singing nonsense. I'm Beyonce, i ain't no Kelly Rowland."

in short, I LOVE GLEE.

"feeling sorry" - paramore

we still live in the same town, well don't we?

but i don't see you around anymore; 

i go to all the same places

not even a trace of you,

your days are numbered at 24

and i'm getting bored waiting around for you

we're not getting any younger and i won't look back

cause there's no use, it's time to move forward

i feel no sympathy, you live inside a cave

you barely get by, the rest of us are trying

no need to apologize 

i've got no time for feeling sorry

i try not to think of what might happen

when your reality, it finally cuts through

well as for me, i got out

and i'm on the road

and the worst part is that this could be you

you know it too

can't run from your shame

you're not getting any younger

and time keeps passing by

but you wave it away, it's time to roll over

all the best lies

they are told with fingers tied

so cross them tight

won't you promise me tonight,

if it's the last thing you do, you'll get out