puppy, put the skirt on. make me forget who i thought you were (the hip cat of my nightmares) until you devotedly scratched at my door, and every day for two months, howled to the shell of me. trickster, love bites dissolved my chains between your teeth, you melted ice with sugar.
puppy, take the skirt off in my dreams: become my faithful lump. you're a regular visitor in my head these days-- again you stalk in, look around, find a nice clean spot and settle down, shed all over the fucking carpet. how am i supposed to keep this place up, since now you wanna be my dog?
come home, puppy
i feed you under the table straight from my hand, your tongue greasing my palm in its search for the difference between me and the salt. after dinner, you present me with collar and leash, begging night's adventures. when we crawl back in through the broken window, we
come home puppies wet with rain and reeking of grass. so what if we spent all night chasing after cars, sniffing lamp posts, waiting for a bus that never came? we curl up at the foot of the matress and gently whimper into sleep as the moon turns into sugar.

aLittleStarlight: come do my latin project
BAT5721: okay
BAT5721: i shodul get my one legged one toother dirty sluty whore AOL to do it for you

fallnpoet: ok i hope u stop crying soon
aLittleStarlight: so do i
fallnpoet: please dont

i like that. write about it.

to billy--
Glee Rainstar: i can't imagine my life without you

something like that only it implied more futuristic senses

"Life is so uncertain that it makes you want to vomit sometimes. But then other times you're so sure of things your head could explode. Emotion is violent. I was so sure from the second i met brittany that i wanted to be with her, and im glad i was sure about that. Im not sure, however, about anything else..But who needs anything else?" -- excerpt from billy hayes' profile on AIM.

xeiennoyamix: brittany thinks she's vague/deep/ or interesting, thus she'll write everything she wants to say to you, but add a syllable in there to make it look orchestrated and kickass

she's the kind of girl you'd find in songs
i found these words to start her one
because standing there she looked
just so sad
she can't believe it
and i have no words
they're still sitting there
and i don't know how
to handle him

http://couture.diaryland.com/nudes.html

weezer - pinkerton
aimee mann - whatever
gomez - bring it on
cranberries - bury the hatchett
suzanne vega - songs in red and gray
ambulance bright eyes and son - oh holy fools
radiohead - ok computer
radiohead - i might be wrong
sigur ros - agaetis byrjun
cursive - domestica
doves - the last broadcast
sparklehorse - it's a wonderfu life
built to spill - ancient melodies of the future

bruce springstien
neutral milk hotel

Brenda Kahn - Sidestep the Bullet [4:08] - Hunger

did i read that right? are we actually ah 'going out'?!

jerel just asked me out?

she is stealing my life and doing it better

who am i supposd to connect with?

it's ot like i really even have friends.

and knowing that she has made me insanely jealous and i CAN. NOT. make her jealous in the least bit makes it all even worse. and they are gorgeous. and they are perfect. together, especially. look at them with their boyfriends and their I <3 Us and i think i am like them? how did i manage? i am only kept around so that they can be considered odd, maybe, twice a month. to laugh at. to steal some more opinions from. it makes it better to say it, it makes it worse.