Tuesday, August 13, 2002

At The Party Tomorrow Night, Don't Talk To Nobody Tomorrow Night, 'Cause You Got That Kinda "Gonna Fall In Love With Somebody" Look On Your Face Day!

Note: Today's Title should be read out loud with a rapid-fire delivery. The letter "T" is a "D". And Commas are brief pauses.

You look medicated is the thing. Stupid. All the "Nothing Matters But My Friends And My Memories Of Autumn" wistfulness of a good drunk without the passing out at the end of the evening. So unhappy that you would be willing to drown yourself in a pair of pretty eyes perched up above a pretty mouth that asks you "Where you been?" Plus, you're romanticizing squalor.

There's a party tomorrow night. At the party tomorrow night, just don't even talk to nobody tomorrow night. In fact, go live with your parents. Or hang around your married friends and let them coddle you ("coddle" should read "pity"). Just get the fuck out of town because you hate everything about the present so much that you're starting to pretend your life is a movie and you don't like movies where no one falls in love with nobody. If you've given up on yourself, turn to drugs. But don't fall in love with nobody. That said, I'll see you at the party tomorrow night, we'll talk at the party tomorrow night and I can't wait to meet the one you think could make everything work out all right you fucking retard.

Happy At The Party Tomorrow Night, Don't Talk To Nobody Tomorrow Night, 'Cause You Got That Kinda "Gonna Fall In Love With Somebody" Look On Your Face Day!