teenage angst has served me well
August 27th, 2006 § 5 comments
No one's picking up the phone. Guess it's clear he's gone.And this little masochist is lifting up her dress.Guess I thought I could never feel things I feel and,Hey Jupiter, nothing's been the same.So are you gay, are you blue?Thought we both could use a friend to run to.Hey Jupiter, nothing's been the same.So are you safe, now we're through.Thought we both could use a friend to run to.
Oh, my, that’s not perky. :-\
Good thing Tori’s song is still a planet, or then it’d be, like, *extra* unperky.
Love you, sweetie.
ugh – whenever a girl starts quoting tori amos or ani difranco it’s never good.
chin up…
: ( this can’t be good. Sorry.
Ugh.
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Oh, my, that’s not perky. :-\
Good thing Tori’s song is still a planet, or then it’d be, like, *extra* unperky.
Love you, sweetie.
ugh – whenever a girl starts quoting tori amos or ani difranco it’s never good.
chin up…
: ( this can’t be good.
Sorry.
Ugh.