Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Second...

"what the hell is "and one fine morning"? It makes me laugh out loud. So hard. It reeks of him, which is partly why I find it so hilarious. There's more to it too which could have easily been disguised but seeing as I know him, I see right through all of it. I have seen his flaws recently; they've been glaring and now I know that perhaps I deserve someone different- not better per say just someone more deserving of all of my coolness. I like cool things therefore I need to find someone who also enjoys those cool things and then I'll be set!"
The problem is...

no one older likes anime! Scratch that. There are older people who like anime, yeah, they're like 40 and live in their mom's basements and practically eat, sleep, breathe the internet. Yeah it's great thinking you're finally talking to someone interesting and they turn out to be like, fifteen. Oh yeah. Excellent. Then you have to excuse yourself because you feel awkward, like umm is that dude from Dateline going to freak out and bust into my house or something? I swear that show is one step away from kicking in doors and busting those gross dudes right there. ::shudder:: I'm not that much older than they are but it still doesn't work.

So I'm stuck with nothing. I tried looking for friends on myspace but... umm... no. Sure there are other options like going to one of those anime conventions but I don't want someone who's like crazy obsessed with anime. I love it, for sure, I love it HARD. But in reality, there are other sweet things one can enjoy... I just don't want someone who is like the anime version of a music snob in the scene. Ugh. Those people make me want to


LOL.

We can't escape this hollow ride
painted black to calm our fear as walls and celings collapse over us.
Feel the chill throughout our breaths as thunder awakens in our chest.
These wings we ride failed us.

These wings we ride, they failed us.
We fall from midnight skies.
We pray on search lights to save us.
As the rain pours down.

Weight shifts.
The storm hits
pulls on damaged wings.

Weight shifts.
The storm hits
pulls on damaged wings.

Our pulse skips as we secure laced fingers.
Praying the tighter we grip
will save us from these broken wings

Cash Moves Everything

It's hard not being disappointed and wanting to just give up and find some easy solution to assuage this anxiety of unknowing. I can do ...