set you free by the black keys
It officially took one night, and one letter for the hooks to reappear in me. I even went to a shrink, and nothing came of it. I got drunk, and nearly got into two fights. But, the hooks are still there. I should just get them tattoo’d on me. They never seem to leave. Ever.
I do not know what it is. I am looking at the letter she sent me, on my desk, and I just cannot throw it away. I know I should. I know I should throw it away, like all the other things she has sent me over the years, but I cannot. What draws me back to them I will never know.
I have been watching True Blood recently. I really like Anna Paquin as an actress, and there are some cool charecters.
The other night the local cool bar turned into a PTA meeting, with people MY AGE talking about shit that people my age should not talk about. Mini Vans. School Teachers. Fuck. Why dont people have sex in bathrooms or punch that other guy in the face. Instead, its all so polite, and bullshitty.
It was lame. Lame.
I’ve been watching that too when I’m at my parents cottage. I like your phone.
msmamma
August 12, 2009 at 10:26 pm