| HAT! |
[Mar. 15th, 2007|03:47 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Japanese Gum, Her Space Holiday | ] |
I BEAT THE STAPLER!
...The TechDesk had placed a massive, industrial-sized (20-120 sheets) stapler out for throw-out.
In a fit of boredom, I spent fifteen minutes or something prising out the jammed staples from the bottom. It now appears to work, though it did seem to drop a couple of extras on trial, so caution should probably be used.
And now, in order to pad out the (lack of) content of this entry somewhat, have some song lyrics...
I used to know this girl
Who gave her love away
To every boy she met
With all those games they played
She never seemed to cry
She never got upset
And one by one, they came
And one by one, they left
I thought that I could fix her
If she would let me in
But all of my advances
Were shot down in the end
As days turned into months
I begged her to explain
And this is what she sang
It's not like I'm a slut
Or that I really like to f**k
I just want every boy I see
To walk away with part of me
Until there's nothing left to hold
Until there's nothing left to hate
I appreciate your help
But even you can't save me from myself
I used to know this boy
Who took notes in a book
But he ripped out all the pages
Before I got a look
At all the words he scribbled
At all the lines he filled
But the ink stains on his fingers
Told me he was skilled
At capturing a feeling
That most of us just miss
The simple pain of living
With goodbyes on our lips
I found one of the pages
Crumpled by her bed
And this is how it read
It's not like I am weak
Or that I don't know how to leave
It's just that every time you cheat
You bring me closer to defeat
Until there's nothing left to love
Until there's nothing left to say
I know that you need help
But even I can't save you from yourself
-Mmaster |
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| Comments: |
I love the way you've added to this entry due to its length, yet two entries ago was even shorter. XD | |
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