Tuesday, October 31, 2006

sad 'n lonesome

It's the same routine.
I'm ranting while I’m raving,
There's nothing here worth saving.

Tell me now, what more do you need?
Take me to Walter Reed tonight.
Baby I've lost the will for fighting
Over everything.
Well there's a few things I gotta say
And make no mistake, I'm mad…
'Cause every good thing I've had
Abandoned me.

All I want to do is hide.
It's graduation day
And everything I learned inside
Didn't seem to pay.
I've had my fill of palm trees
And lighting up Grauman's Chinese.

A sad and lonesome me.

I'm the walking wounded
And I'd say it to your face
But I can't find my place.

A sad and lonesome me.
A sad and lonesome me.
A sad and lonesome me.

weary

I know what I heard; don't dismiss my words as if I'm lying. If you really had my back no matter what, you wouldn't start defending her instead of asking what she said. What kind of mother are you? Why do you always side with other people when you yourself tell me to never trust them?

time to ditch ugly

or wear a burqa cuz of the girl staring back in the mirror.
Aaron Brown: And how is the crew holding up?

Suzanne Carbonal: Oh, they're nervous, Aaron. Yes. A few have suggested, for my own safety, I put on a burqa. You know, the traditional full head covering. [gestures downwards across her face]

Aaron Brown: Perhaps for our viewers' safety as well.

Suzanne Carbonal: What do you mean, Aaron?

Aaron Brown: Nothing. We'll be right back.

Friday, October 13, 2006

money going down the drain

With all the money I've had to shell out to Uncle Sam, I'm starting to wonder if God wants me to be poor; not that I have exhausted all options but it's an uphill battle if your parents don't root for ya mentally or are unable to monetarily -- let's be honest; education is an expensive purchase and it's not necessarily an investment with great returns.

Living in a sea of financial uncertainty, every time I see a bum in the city I am reminded that I'm fortunate to have a roof over my head.

I know I have no one to blame but myself for buying into the false idea that money doesn't matter; there's no point of loathing the church. Maybe if I was more desperate, I would be in a better place than I am today.

I just wish I was born into money or have some sort of talent like no other. Being mediocre blows.

trash gordon

A kid-friendly Roc Emerson is not necessarily a role model and should not be. Frankly, it's somewhat offensive and condescending. I think kids will grow up to make fun of poor Trash Gordon.

dream

I had a dream that you were mine
A song of heaven was in your voice, dear
Making my heart rejoice, dear
Sweet memories of a love divine.