be mine

It's a good thing, tears never show in the pouring rain
As if a good thing ever could make up for all the pain
There'll be no last chance to promise to never mess it up again
Just a sweet pain of watching your back as you walk
As I'm watching you walk away
And now you're gone it's like an echo in my head
And I remember every word you said

It's a cold thing you never know all the ways I tried
It's a hard thing faking a smile when I feel like I'm falling apart inside
And now you're gone it's like an echo in my head
And I remember every word you said

And you never were, and you never will be mine
No, you never were, and you never will be mine

For the first time, there's no mercy in your eyes
And the cold wind is hitting my face and you're gone
And you're walking away
And I'm helpless sometimes
Wishing's just no good
Cause you don't see me like I wish you would

Cause you never were, and you never will be mine
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
There's a moment to seize everytime that we meet
But you have always keep passing me by

But you never were, and you never will be mine
(I saw you at the station, you had your arm around. Whats her name? She had on that scarf I gave you. you got down to tie her laces)
Cause you never were, and you never will be mine
(You looked happy and that's great)
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
(I just miss you, that's all)

Cause you never were, and you never will be mine
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
There's a moment to seize everytime that we meet
But you have always keep passing me by

No, you never were, and you never will be mine
Cause you never were, and you never will be mine
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
There's a moment to seize everytime that we meet
But you have always keep passing me by

No, you never were, and you never will be mine

space mountain is a stupid ride

but space mountain the band, is not. hovercraft is a great song.

http://spacemtn.com/sounds.html

for some strange reason, i am suddenly in a desperate mood for a mai tai and sushi from yamashiro. i'd try to make the mai tai at home since i have rum, but it turns out they use passion fruit juice instead of pineapple juice, as previously thought. it probably doesn't help that my bottle of rum is a large generic plastic bottle of cheap stuff from smart & final. i bet i'd puke if i took a shot of that shite.

oh and the legs need a tan. wearing jeans and t-shirts have rendered me with a t-shirt tan. how unattractive.

trailer park experts, i'm a-comin' your way

so...tomorrow i fly to kansas city, from kansas city to tulsa oklahoma, then drive with my parents 2 hours to joplin missouri. actually i don't see many trailer parks when i'm there and come to think of it, i don't think i've even seen one. but the general consensus of the tri-state area is: hate all minorities (especially them n******* [yes, as surprising as it may seem this word is very much alive and kicking in this state], mexicans [all races from all latin american countries count as a 'mexican' around here], and orientals [nevermind that the adjective 'oriental' is only used to describe objects - oriental rug, etc - around here that doesn't matter, since the word 'asian' is not part of the missourian vernacular]), eat fried catfish and all things greasy, start all sentences with 'i reckon', and eat more grease. should a book ever be written by an inhabitant of 'these parts' it would be called all i ever need to know, i learned at wal-mart. all i plan on doing is getting tanked since there is nothing else to do. the only time i will refrain from drunkenness is to go out to the george washington carver museum - a fabulously educational and aesthetically pleasing tribute to the raised from slavery genius of a man who discovered thousands of uses for peanut oil. brilliant man. of course, is this state run facility bursting at the seams with visitors? of course not, because it's missouri and carver was black. idiots. the same people not frequenting this great resource are the same people who pronounce miami as 'miama' and missouri as 'missoura'. mhm, i see an 'a' at the end of those names. don't you?

dude looks like a lady, continued...

so i finally talked to trish after hanging out last week and it turns out she can't remember about 90% of the night. she had gotten into a fight at a gig the sunday before (she's always getting in fights with people - she can fucking wail on people like there's no tomorrow and was a regular participant in a real life underground girl's fight club) and so her ankle was fucked cause supposedly the girl she got in a fight with kept kicking her in the ankle. so her friend, who also has a bum leg at the moment, gave her a ton of vicodin. according to trish she swallowed a handful before driving to my apt. and in my drunken state that night, i went on and on with her about how convinced i was that we can come up with a hit record. i also told her about the KR loser who threatened to beat me up (i met trish on KR 3 years ago, so she knows the kind of shit i'm talking about when i bring up the site) and she was like oh my god, let's go to the KR meetup and see if that girl is still willing to kick your ass to your face! haha, that would be pretty hilarious as i'm willing to bet that tard wouldn't lay a hand on me if i was standing in front of her. and then trish got all sweetly protective and was like 'if she hits you, i'll fucking go to town on her'. hilarious.