I love this song. It's so vivid and I can see all of it.
Annie's 12 years old
In two more she'll be a whore,
Nobody ever told her
It's the wrong way.
Don't be afraid with the quickness you'll get laid
For your family get paid
It's the wrong way.
I gave her all that I had to give,
I'm gonna make it hard to live.
Salty tears running down her chin
And it ruins up her make up
I never wanted
A cigarette,
Pressed between her lips
While I'm staring at her tits,
It's the wrong way.
Strong if I can,
But I am only a man,
So I take her to the can,
It's the wrong way.
The only family that she's ever had
Is her 7 horny brothers
And her drunk-ass dad.
He needed money
So he put her on the street,
Everything was going fine until the day that she met me.
Annie are you sad?
Wanna shoot your dad
I'll do anything I can
The wrong way.
We talked all night and
Tried to make it right,
Believe me shit was tight,
It was the wrong way.
Don't run away if you wanna stay,
Cause I ain't here to make ya', oh no
It's up to you what you really wanna do
Spend some time in America, dub-style
She'll give you all that she got to give,
But I'm gonna make it hard to live.
Big salty tears rolling down to her chin
And it smears up her makeup
I never wanted
So we ran away
And I'm sorry when I say
That straight to this very day
It was the wrong way.
She took a hike,
Don't matter if I like it or not
Because she only wants
The wrong way.
I gave her all that I had to give,
But she still wouln't take it, oh no.
Her two brown eyes are leaking like a sieve,
And it still ruins her makeup
If you cut yourself, seek help.
Professional help.
Wipe that smile off your fucking face
To be despised
To be loved
To be dreamt of
To be sought
I'm the inside of "I don't care"
Right in the middle
I'm right in the middle
Be my unholy
My one and my lonely
I wear scarves and hoods 'cause it's the only poker face that I've got left
And everything I love about you is a mess
Smash the mirror and break the palm reader's hands
I want to be better than I am.
When you count how old your dreadlocks are, you know you need a haircut.
I have a baby bunny.
I have tickets to see Fall Out Boy in concert.
I'm going to graduate.
I work in a bookshop.
My parents are supportive.
I'm graduating in June.
So why am I so fucking angry that someone stole my iPod? My life revolves around music... someone went through -my things-. They stole my iPod and 30 dollars from -my purse-. My things. MY THINGS.
What kind of person does a thing like that? Honestly?
Aside of the fact that I now have to save up money to buy a new one -- setting me back in both college funds...
I don't know. I'm an angry person.
I have been very upset and gradually getting sicker for the past week.
Valentine's is the worst holiday of the year. I told him the gifts didn't matter and it was just that we love each other, but it was bullshit. I wanted a year with roses and chocolates and kisses and loves.
I wanted to be selfish.
Dammit.
I AM TIRED OF THESE MOTHER FUCKIN' SNAKES ON THIS MOTHER FUCKIN' PLANE.
*shoots out windows, shoots out door. Byebye!*
Man that movie fucking rawked.
I will be so pissed if someone takes my last Elftown name :|. Just in case I wanna change it back.
But no. This name makes me giggle.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, blinking at her from bleary eyes.
Taryn’s eyes widened slightly, a look of stone passing over her features. “No where. The bathroom.”
Me: It... makes no sense.
Him: That's why it works.
Me: What?
Him: Have you ever answered the wrong question, because you were thinking about something else and didn't really know what they asked?
Me: Yes.
It didn't even make sense to me, but he got it. Heh, go David.
It's like God wrote a letter to the world, stating the following:
Your suffering will cease when I feel you have repented enough, or when I’ve enjoyed seeing your suffering. I am God, after all.
Love and benevolence,
God.
Only instead of it being in a plain letter, stamped, sealed, with the correct addresses, it's been lost to a story that everyone told until it was shredded to almost nothing more than a myth.
Hello. I'm taking back sunday.
[*~Appearance~*]
Hair color: auburn
Eye color: blue
Height: 5'0
Contacts or glasses: None
Piercings: Ears and belly.
Do you wear any rings? Three.
Favorite flip flops? None.
[*~More About You*~]
1.What are the last four digits of your phone? 2512
2.If you were a crayon what color would you be? Cerulean
3.Have you ever almost died? Yes
4.Do you like the person you got this survey from? Don't know them.
5.What makes you happy? Funny stories.
6.Ever done drugs? No
7.What sport do you hate the most? Basketball
8.What sport do you love the most? Softball
9.How many TVs do you have in your house? 3
10.Do you sleep with stuffed animals? No
11.Have you ever broken a bone? No
12.Who do you tell your dreams to? My journal.
[*~You and Love!~*]
/Do you believe in love? Yes
\Do you believe in love at first sight? No
/What song do you want to be played at your wedding? Of All the Gin Joints in All the World by Fall Out Boy. Instrumental.
[~*Dream guy--GIRLS FILL OUT ONLY!*~]
Long or short hair? Short, but not military cut.
Curly or straight? Either works.
Tall or short? Tall
Good boy or bad boy? Good boy. Bad boys are appealing, but only for so long. Good boys are secure, which is always appealing.
Hat or no hat? Depends on the hat and the weather.
Ears pierced or not? No.
Dimples? No.
Studly or cutie? Studly.
Smart or dumb? Smart
Boxers or briefs? Boxers
Funny or romantic? Both
[This/That]
Lights on or off: Off
McDonalds or Burger King: BK
Do you wish on stars? Yes
Which finger is your favorite? my ring finger.
Do you like your handwriting? no, but it's mine.
What's your favorite lunch meat? ham
Any bad habits? I laugh loud.
Do you have any embarrassing CDs on your shelf? Ohhh yeah.
If you were another person would you be friends with yourself? Probably not.
Are you a daredevil? When my life isn't on the line.
Do looks matter? Depends on if you're looking for a quick screw or someone to be friends with.
Do you think there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? No. The rainbow disappears.
Do fish have feelings? No
How do you release anger? Screaming.
Where is your second home? My mom's fiance's.
Do you trust others easily? Yes
What was your favorite toy as a child? My blanket, Blanky.
Are you in love with someone? Yes.
What's your favorite color(s)? yellow, light blue.
What is your least favorite thing in the world? bad salads.
Ever been on TV or in the newspaper? Not that I know of.
What do you do when you're sad or depressed? Cry it out and let it blow over on its own.
Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes.
What are your nicknames? Li, Insane Li, Sex-kitten, Emiri
Would you bungee jump? Yes
[~Relationships!~]
Do You Have A Boyfriend: Yes
Have You Ever Been In Love: yes
Who Have You Been In Love with: Anthony
How Many Boyfriends Have You Had: 6 or 9. I don't know.
Did You Get Your First Kiss Yet: Yes
How Old Were You: 14
[~Have You Ever...~ ]
Held Your Breath Until You Passed Out: No
Wanted To Die: yes
Smoked Weed: no
Committed A Crime: Yes
Saved Someone's Life: maybe
Stayed Up All Night: yes
Been To Another Country: no
Loved Someone So Much It Made You Cry: yes
Been Cheated On: yes
Let Someone Else Take The Blame For Something You Did: yes
Faked Being Sick: yes
Driven Illegally: no
Been To The Astrodome: yes
Dyed Your Hair: no
[~Favorites!~]
Color: blue
Number: 7
Animal: tiger and wolf
Website: journalspace
Food: broccoli, cheese
Thing To Do: sex.
Holiday: n/a
Friends: Pearly! Rachel!
Place In The World: In his arms.
TV Show: Sex and the City, adult swim
Place To Eat: Subway, Jack in the Box
[~Randoms!~]
How Many Pillows On Your Bed: 3
What Color Is Your Toothbrush: Purple and white
What Brand Of Toothpaste Do You Use: Colgate
How Old Will You Be When You Graduate High School: 17
What Is On Your Desktop: Zelda, Twilight Princess.
Have You Ever Got Kicked Out Of A Store: No
Do You Have An Online Journal: Yes
Do You Love Someone: yes
Who: Anthony.
What Channel Is Your TV Usually on: Cartoon Network
[Girls Only!]
[?]Whats your cup size: 34B
[?]Are you affraid of lesbians: No
[?]Have you ever made out with another girl: Yes
[?]Are you single: No
[?]What do guys think of you: Either too intelligent to bother with, or too immature to get involved.
[?]Do you wear make-up: Mascara, occasionally.
When someone has a poll that asks if I think they are hot, I always click on the option that says something like, "Other (message me!)" and don't message them because I want them to wonder.
A Spanish Teacher
was explaining to her class
that in Spanish, unlike English,
nouns are designated as either
masculine or feminine.
"House"
for instance,
is feminine:
"la casa."
"Pencil,"
however,
is masculine:
"el lapiz."
A student asked,
"What gender is 'computer'?"
Instead of giving the answer,
the teacher split the class into two groups,
male and female,
and asked them to decide
for themselves whether
"computer"
should be
a masculine or a feminine noun.
Each group was asked
to give four reasons
for its recommendation
The men's group decided that
"computer"
should definitely be
of the feminine gender
("la computadora"),
because:
1. No one but their creator
understands their internal logic;
2. The native language
they use to communicate
with other computers is
incomprehensib
3. Even the smallest mistakes
are stored in long term memory
for possible later retrieval; and
4. As soon as you make
a commitment to one,
you find yourself spending
half your paycheck
on accessories for it.
(THIS GETS BETTER!)
The women's group,
however, concluded
that computers should be Masculine
("el computador"),
because:
1. In order to do anything
with them,
you have to turn them on;
2. They have a lot of data
but still can't think for themselves;
3. They are supposed
to help you solve problems,
but half the time
they ARE the problem; and
4. As soon as you commit to one,
you realize that if you
had waited a little longer,
you could have gotten
a better model.
The women won.
We take sour sips from life's lush lips
And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships
Stop by this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say,
"I know you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding."
And we might have started singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones in a glass room.
Whoa we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa love songs so genuinely cunning.
We keep the beat with your blistered feet
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
Slept through the weekend and dreamed
We're just sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity
Got postcards from my former self, saying "How you been?"
We might have said goodbye just a little soon
(Somehow this disaster town)
Our beliefs of kissing beats over this room
Whoa we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa love songs so genuinely cunning
Whoa we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa love songs so genuinely cunning
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells came out to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
But I’m tired yawns for fawns on hunter’s lawns
We’re the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter
Whoa we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa love songs so genuinely cunning
Whoa we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa love songs so genuinely cunning
Titled: Mary - Christmas
Written by: David Johnson
she dressed
like a present
all ribbons
bows
and glitter
she climbed a chair
and hung
by the mistletoe
death
is ugly
it's
dried blood
grey skin
no glam-goth
pale-skinned
prettiness
no romance
when the bowels
release
'It's hell on my little faggot heart.'
I don't know why, but it just sounds so funny...
Okay, so I'm a FOB fan:
http://website
New single from their album coming out.
I listened to it and liked the hip hop edge they added to it. I especially love how they put in a 'bad' word (goddamn), in their chorus so they end up saying it like 30 times in the song.
Now, I am expecting this CD to be nothing like their first or FUCT. I'm expecting it to not be about heart break from girls, but heart break from fans and fake posing people, and especially from the metaphor of arms race, more than just your average punk/pop emo shit. Fall Out Boy understands change. And hell yes, they understand competition and they are SINGING ABOUT IT.
I was listening to the song, and thought he was saying "I'm so evil, I'm so entertained" but now I know he's saying, "I'm so emo, I'm so entertained."
This CD is going to throw off those fake posers like none other.
Someone asked me how many sex scenes I'd written. Well. This was my reply:
I didn't think I'd have as many sex scenes as I do, but I'm still boggled about it.
My female MC (FMC), and male MC (MMC), discovered they were a perfect match for BDSM play, so she whipped him, embarrassed him, made him cum, and forced him to lick it up. A little later she whipped him until he was ready to collapse and then put on a strap-on and had her vicious way with him. And of course, he liked it.
Then my FMC's 'mentor' (Master more like, really), came into the scene to come 'teach' his favorite student a new thing or two. MMC gets jealous and upset because he's the only slave she should have (argh!). He goes home and reminisces about why he's the way he is -- his background is that his first time having sex was because the Ice Queen of his school liked the way he sported a hard-on every time he got embarrassed or humiliated (poor kid didn't know how to control himself!), so she ordered some of her male Jock minions to pin him down to the ground while she cut his jeans (yes, that's right, cut his jeans, close to his goods. He was afraid she was going to make a eunuch out of him but was also terribly excited at the thought), he came, then she sucked him off, mounted him, rode him, got him off again, got herself off, then walked away sneering and with the jock minions gaping.
He also almost bit his lip off. His mother wanted to scream at his appearance.
Shortly after that scene we get a little tiddy bit of FMC with her 'Master', playing some hardcore whipping game. After that, MMC gets jealous and decides he needs to stop being like a slave and take control, so he goes to find this girl with a tongue ring who had shown interest in him earlier -- he has her replace her tongue ring with a claw earring and then give him a blow job (painful... but he loved it!).
And it's in the middle of a cafe. And Taryn and her master walk in. Drama ensues.
...
As of now I am writing about their love making make up scene.
:| Holy...
No, I don't know why that last diary entry was funny. It just was.
3k words to go until I meet quota!
"Do you always have to be such a hospitable hostess?"
"It makes up for the bedroom activities."
Ahahahaha. I crack myself up.