Shit!

RIP..

RIP Patch (Mr. Grumpy..)
?/?/1993 – 26/08/2010

I love you

xxx

Maybe..

..I should stop drinking.

Last day of work..

..is just around the corner..

And a new journey starts in approx..

Just finished reading..

Very surprising read.. really enjoyed it. And, her hair is BLONDE!! Not dark brown..

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Also read another short story by Truman Capote.. Breakfast at Tiffany’s contains three short stories..

House of Flowers..

Sweet.. really sweet..

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ALSO.. booked my flight to London today.. feeling – NERVOUS!

The best part about giving someone a hug..

..is you get hugged back.

Why..

.is everything so much more exciting at night

Hellman..

No matter what I feel for you,
Those three words I can’t say.
I regret the times I used the word OK.
I know how much it means when people
Show they really care.
Of the value in honesty, I’m quite aware.
But still there’s much in me that I don’t share.

Don’t have the guts to say what I think.
I’m too scared, don’t have the guts to say what I think.
I’m too scared, don’t have the guts to say what I think.
I’m too scared to say what I think of you.

The other way around I’d say
I function the same way.
The darker sides of me I underplay.
Afraid to get into conflicts,
Afraid to tell you, NO.
Though I know this weakness keeps me low.
There’s so much inside me, that I don’t show.

Don’t have the guts to say what I think.
I’m too scared, don’t have the guts to say what I think.
I’m too scared to say what I think of you.

Somethings I can never show.
Why I don’t know…

Don’t have the guts to say what I think.
I’m too scared, don’t have the guts to say what I think.
I’m too scared, don’t have the guts to say what I think.
I’m too scared to say what I think of you.
I’m too scared of what I really think of you.

Fuck!

I LOVE Millencolin! Doesn’t matter how old it gets, it just gets fuckin’ better! Just gives me so much energy and makes me wanna walk and have some “pep” in my step.. ahaha!

Good on ya Pete..

It’s one and the same
It’s one and the same, oh.

So what’s the use between death and glory?
I can’t tell between death and glory.
Happy endings, no they never bored me.
Happy endings, they still don’t bore me.
They, they have a way
A way to make you pay.
And to make you tow the line.
Though I sever my ties.
Because I’m so clever,
But clever ain’t wise.

And fuck forever,
If you don’t mind.
Oh, fuck forever,
If you don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind

So what’s the use between death and glory?
I can’t tell between death and glory.
New Labour and Tory,
Purgatory and happy familys.

One and the same,
One and the same,
No, it’s not the same.
It’s not supposed to be the same.

You know about that way,
The way they’ll make you pay,
And, the way, they make, you tow the line.
I’ll sever my ties.
Oh I’m so clever,
You’re so clever, but you’re not very nice.

So fuck forever,
If you don’t mind,
Oh, I’m stuck forever,
In your mind, your mind, your mind.

Go ahead and know about that way
To make you feel anxious and make you pay.
Annnnnnnd…
To make you tow the line, line.
I sever my ties,
Oh and I’ll never,
Sever the ties,

And fuck forever,
If you don’t mind,
See I’m stuck forever
I’m stuck in your mind, your mind, your mind, your mind.

They’ll never play this on the radio,
No, They’ll never play this on the radio.