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12-23-2006, 08:56 PM | #61 (permalink) |
Raptor
Join Date: Mar 2006
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^Dammit, beat me! I feel like a whore!
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told. Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow. Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle. |
12-23-2006, 09:15 PM | #63 (permalink) |
Raptor
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as opposed to NOT being a whore? I say I owe zero bucks because I repent as of now.
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told. Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow. Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle. |
12-24-2006, 02:47 AM | #65 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
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wow....145..
Does that make me lame?
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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12-24-2006, 03:21 PM | #67 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
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^Which, in your case, probably does not ring true..
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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12-24-2006, 03:28 PM | #69 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
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^I wasn't implying anything. Don't assume so much.
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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