Man, I hate Saturday nights...
Saturday nights are when your friends drunkenly sign onto MSN at 2 in the morning, their time, telling you about the people the partied with, or telling you about the threesome that they were just involved in, or how they got five different numbers, or how they went and sat on the beach with their signifigant other, or how they ran into your mutual friend and walked home with them.
Saturday nights are when you've sat by your phone all night, and all these people tell you what an awesome friend you are.
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Part Two:
You know how long it's been since I've been with someone? You know how FRIGGIN' long it's been? You know how long it's been since I've been able to look into someone's eyes and say "You know what, I love being with you". You know how long I've been watching everyone... EVERYONE... find someone to hold? Not even to love... just to hold. I look at John. The arrogant son-of-a-bitch has Nora, not to mention every other woman in the music department, wrapped to him so tight it's ridiculous. I look at Shithead. Her boy may be a moron, and he may be an engineer, but at least she has someone. I look at Isabelle. She saw someone she wanted and presto change-o. I look at Alleah. Yeah... real lonely there. She doesn't have to spit before she hits three guys of her choice. I look at Neale. The bugger has women crawling all over him. I look at Barbara. She's had boy after boy fall for her, and rightly so.
On the plus side, I had someone hit on me for the first time in well over... hmm... HALF A YEAR. Yeah. Boss' daughter. Oh yeah. 22. Oh yeah. Downs Syndrome. Oh yeah.
There really is no-one in music. And since I spend all my time there...
I'm tired of holding a pillow. I'm alone.
Saturday nights are when you've sat by your phone all night, and all these people tell you what an awesome friend you are.
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Part Two:
You know how long it's been since I've been with someone? You know how FRIGGIN' long it's been? You know how long it's been since I've been able to look into someone's eyes and say "You know what, I love being with you". You know how long I've been watching everyone... EVERYONE... find someone to hold? Not even to love... just to hold. I look at John. The arrogant son-of-a-bitch has Nora, not to mention every other woman in the music department, wrapped to him so tight it's ridiculous. I look at Shithead. Her boy may be a moron, and he may be an engineer, but at least she has someone. I look at Isabelle. She saw someone she wanted and presto change-o. I look at Alleah. Yeah... real lonely there. She doesn't have to spit before she hits three guys of her choice. I look at Neale. The bugger has women crawling all over him. I look at Barbara. She's had boy after boy fall for her, and rightly so.
On the plus side, I had someone hit on me for the first time in well over... hmm... HALF A YEAR. Yeah. Boss' daughter. Oh yeah. 22. Oh yeah. Downs Syndrome. Oh yeah.
There really is no-one in music. And since I spend all my time there...
I'm tired of holding a pillow. I'm alone.
posted by Kahloke | 12:39 AM
6 Comments:
**huggles**
You did not write this…you did not.
First of all, not presto-change-o. You have no idea how hard I’ve worked to get this far with him. And it’s still not enough.
Now, my real issue with this. You can say you’re lonely, you have the right. You can say that you miss having someone you love, you have that right too. But you can not, you DO NOT have the right to say that no one wants you or likes you. Not when you know that I have for a year. (See, where’s my presto change-o now?)
So whine that there’s no one who likes you that *you* want, but don’t you dare say that there’s no one out there. You’re within your rights to reject me, but not to tell me how I feel. Besides, I’m sure I’m not the only one--there’s at least one other girl in orchestra who seems pretty keen on you.
...I love you Llowyn...and you know it!
And you rejected me. Twice. *hugs*
*hugs*
llowyn, like alleah i love you. deal with it kid, you've got tonnes of girls who love you, maybe not in the way you want, but hey, we'll all volunteer to cuddle and talk
dont give up on everyone, just keep puttering along, i mean it can get really tough, but you're a strong guy, you'll come out on top
{please dont argue this point with me, i like to have faith in you. i like to think you of all people will get what he deserves in life.. which by the way, is everything}
Everything except for a punch in the nose :p
GODDAMN IT!
WHERE IS MY POST????
This is far beyong irritating your readers. I am stirred into a cold, murderous rage because of your blog inactivity!
POST!
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