Cheap thrills, in the back of my car, cheap thrills, how fun they are
There aren't any!
coming from ireland, it's about time i gave voice to some ire.
Come on!! GET ON WITH IT!!!
"It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife…and isn't it ironic?" once quoth whiney addict-face alanis morissette. well, how about flailing your arms about in the middle of a self-perpetuating circle of ridiculousness created by your own loserishness? that's pretty ironic. or how about doing exactly what you said you'd never do (again)? also ironic. meh. is it really true that the christian union is hosting a talk entitled 'what would god say to david blunkett?' either i am losing my mind, or the world is becoming increasingly bizarre. anyway, uncharacteristically, because i'm feeling a bit like a sponge soaked in angst, i'm going to hand over to hefner..
"No one called, no one wrote, no one phoned,
So no one knew that I was with her on my own.
She smoked in my bed cause she thought it would annoy me,
But I love to watch a girl smoke in my bed..
Lucky Strikes remind me of my friends out on the west coast,
Camel Lights remind me of my ex-girlfriend at Christmas time,
Marlboro Reds remind me of giving up in Berlin,
B&H remind me of not giving up but giving in…
How can she love me when she doesn't even love the cinema that I love?
What does she feel if she doesn't have the feeling that I have in my fingers?
This joy I have could lift this ceiling from its rafters but I'm not laughing.
We feel nothing, so we search for nothing, so we achieve nothing, love."
never a truer word spoken, mister hefner!