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| Tennies, by APAB. |
Nov 10th, 2009 8:08:35 pm - Subscribe |
| One of our oldies that I found burried beneath school papers and fast food receipts. And it's not a love song, but it still amazes me. :] Hahahaha. "Tennies" by Aly Phelps and Andrew Baxter. It’s starts way back when you stole my shoe and I cried for it’s match It was only so lonley and I swore I’d stay But I couldn’t take the chance I went to the store and bought a new pair just thinking my feet would be fine But the match without a match was still so sad and it wore me down So I blamed you for the trouble at my ankles So I blame you for all the problems that I’d seen So I watched you at the gate lookin’ up at those shiny red planes And I laughed, But you still had my shoe and I hated that I grabbed your wrist and I pulled you down from that iron fence It’s not what it seems when the girls got to beat to be seen I looked at your face and you smirked that old way that made me cringe I’d only blame me for the trouble I’ve seen now through those charcoal eyes I’m sure he’s a stallion but I’ll kick him when he’s down and I’ll keep him down To keep him here and gold-en So I blamed you for the trouble at my ankles I blame you for all the men who’ve shot me down I watched you so many years ago in all their faces And I laughed, And you never knew And you asked me why, and ya' told me I’d miss you Well I just cried for my missing shoe Don't we all cry for our misplaced shoes  |
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| The 4th. |
Nov 8th, 2009 3:28:18 pm - Subscribe |
| The Fourth Kind was fucking INSANE. Seriously. At first, we went in the theatre and it was just about empty, save a middle school couple and an elderly man with giant headphones that the threatre provides as a hearing aid. So we all figured that we'd sit through about 20 minutes of it, then go see Saw VI. 10 minutes in, "No fucking way. No fucking way," and we were hooked. The commercials did not do any justice whatsoever to the movie, and since it was only rated PG13, people probably thought it would be stupid. No, no, no, no, no. It's amazing. You should see it. You'll be freaked the fuck out. Happy shits, everyone! -Andrew. |
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| mood: devoted |
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| This one's for you. |
Nov 5th, 2009 12:57:52 am - Subscribe |
| Everytime I go on aim, I specifically look for one username. Can you guess who's that is? Everytime I go on this website, who's comments do I check for? Everytime I see a cat or idiot child run in the middle of the street who do I think of? Who is the one person I think of when I hear a Fight Club reference? Or some astounding philosophical paradox? Whenever I write a song or a story, who do you think I always mention? So while you were out finding yourself, I was here waiting for you like I always have been. I never *didn't* want to talk to you. And I hoped everytime I thought about the fucking internet, or anything even remotely related to the internet- that you were doing okay. I'm not mad or hurt or anything like that. I'm tired, I guess. I'm sorry. And I sound like a creeper but I don't give stationary fuck because the truth is, I've missed you. |
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| mood: protective |
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| I can read your mind. |
Nov 4th, 2009 6:19:00 pm - Subscribe |
 Little did you know that there was an ice cube in my mouth. What's the point? I was showing her what it would be like to get something of an Edward-kiss. Ladies, it's not pleasant. Or so I'd think. Happy shits! -Andrew. |
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| Surrender the Pink. |
Nov 1st, 2009 2:09:52 pm - Subscribe |
 Last night was Halloween. Pretty sweet. I'm sorry, but any man who reads erotic novels deserves to get fucked with. Dude, you had it coming. And, no, it wasn't actual shit this time (although Bryce was getting really close to fucking with your brakes) *Spoiler alert* Chewed up chocolate spit out on your hood in a huge pile so it looked like Tony's poop. Nice, huh? And what the fuck were you thinking trying to chase down our fucking car? I mean, what were you going to do if you caught us? Punch it?  First time in about 3 years I haven't gotten wasted, and it was still just as much fun. Andrew, you are the man.  Happy shits, everyone! -Andrew. |
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| mood: grand |
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