Fury of a Father

He Was always quiet Nothing to say To me Never said he was mad At me Now He's furious A father's fury I calm him slowly "Why be mad, Dad? I'm sorry I never told you..." But he is now convinced That I am Untrustworthy For life.

Mascara smudges on my shoulder

How could you say those things to me? How could you live with yourself? How could you lie and say things were alright? How could you lie to youself? Now, i don't care about you Now, you don't matter Now, i have no more hope You're, just the mascara smudges on my shoulder You're just the mascara tears on my shoulder.

This...this is the funniest thing in the world!

Piano...

Love is a piano dropped froma four storey window. And you.....you were in the wrong place.....at the wrong time. And now there's no going back. Love's hit you hard And killed every bit of your soul That was left

So nineties...

Paranoid Android....Radiohead Apparitions....The Matthew Good Band Iris....The Goo Goo Dolls

Bliss...?

With Mr. Taurus, it's as if you've found your other half. You both love good music, good food, and looking fashionable and put together. The two of you can be happy in any situation, but you're at your very best when you're engaged in some serious one-on-one time, like renting a movie or cooking a meal together.Yes, this is bliss!

Olympics...

Maybe if they weren't so damn BORING i'd watch them.

Got My Back...

I have no clue why the saying is, "Ive got your back". Maybe because they'll watch for enemies coming from behind for you? Be the set of eyes in the back of your head..? But when you think about it... how cowardly is it to come up and attack someone behind their back? Maybe it's the same thing as writting some smart-ass comments on my blogger and not being brave enough to tell it to my face, instead you told it to my back. Or maybe, you told it to my set of eyes in my back, you know, the people who've got my back. They're always watching Thanks you guys....i donno what i'd do without you.

department-store-phobia

I have a disease. It's called deprtmant-store-phobia. It's very lethal. I can't stand department stores. I have no idea when this phobia arrised, but it's here for good. The music, sounds like elevator music the smell, it's like every perfume going the shelves and hangers everywhere! they cing ontou and drag you in into a madhouse of claustophobia! and those damn sales workers....can i help YOU??! You get lost, bruning eyes, claustpophobic! i hate them! Sears is the worst..... Fuck you sears

Apology .

People who get involved in other people's bussiness bother me....but life is about being bothered by other people's choices. So if my choices bother other people, so be it. But if they don't bother the person who they're about, then stay out of it, or you're bothering me. I'll say i'm sorry right now and finally before i let all this stuff go down then drain. Maybe i jumped ot conclusions, but today was hard. I'm not trying to sound slef pitying, but today was just not the best day. Maybe i just wanted someone to put the blame on because i wanted someone to feel the same pain i did, maybe today wasn't real....

He knows....

He knows. The words roll off my tongue. A sigh of relief....

He knows....

But yet..

He still wants to be friends....

Mochahontas

A few days ago i saw the most strange looking person i have ever seen. While me and Sam were waitting for the bus to go to the mall, he walked by and asked where to catch the university bus. We told him that you had to cross the street and catch it on the other side. The part that was strange was that he looked EXACTLY like a male Pochahontas. As soon as he walked away me and Sam both said it at the same time. Sam goes, "Kat, there are no such things as boy Pochahontases, they're male pochahotases, they're Mochahontases...." Well thank you sam for clearing that up for me... After he was gone we silently wondered to ourselves if maybe he had've gone onto the Simm's Corner bus instead......

Repeating Things Doesn't Make Them Any Better

Although i'm hoping that repeating things will make them seem better, i know in my heart that things can only be so good I also know that this guy is pefect. And that he likes me... And that he likes me...

Better Then We Had Ever Imagined...

I don't understand it. We talked on the phone for six hours about nothing, or maybe it was about everything? Maybe we didn't even talk, we just read each others souls, got to know each other better then we had ever imagined. I talked on the phone with this guy till four thirty in the morning,and ended up on a new level with him when i came out alive.

It Doesn't Mean You Can't Talk To Me Anymore

They seem to think that just because they are HIS freinds means now they can't be mine.