upon reading other peoples blogs, i yearn to be more articulate but saying less. if that even makes sense. like can i do it?

organization
confrontation
love
hate
work
papers
typing
noses
cigarettes
war
cameras
tv
arguments
sloppiness
cars



o the life of a college student, lacking money and sensibility.


have you ever noticed how many i's are in responsibilities? theres four, thats right, four. think about that. . .



i really don't know what to do with myself.




yelp -- help me



"Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself
And covered with a perfect shell
Such a charming beautiful exterior.
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes and perfect posture
But you're barely scraping by, but you're barely scraping by.

Well this is one time, this is one time
That you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone
Or anyone at all, or anyone at all.
And the grave that you refuse to leave
The refuge that you've built to flee
The places that you've come to fear the most
Is the place that you have come to fear the most.

Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself
And hidden in the public eye
Such a stellar monument to loneliness.
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes and perfect makeup
But you're barely scraping by, but you're barely scraping by.

Well this is one time, this is one time
That you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone
Or anyone at all, or anyone at all.
And the grave that you refuse to leave
The refuge that you've built to flee
The places that you've come to fear the most
Is the place that you have come to fear the most.

That you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone
Or anyone at all, or anyone at all.
And the grave that you refuse to leave
The refuge that you've built to flee
The places that you've come to fear the most
Is the place that you have come to fear the most.
Is the place that you have come to fear the most."







all that can be said is: oy vey.

oy





vey.


~ker~

i sometimes wish i was me . . .