  I'm an irredeemably eejitous, liberal, disgustingly generous, relatively well adjusted human being! urlLink What are you? Brought to you by urlLink Rum and Monkey From my brother's druggie-circle website, " All the lyrics and all the tones in the world could not express the explosion of emotions that are being felt.
Winter brings on a plague of depressions. I have said it before and I will say it again, Its hard to raise hell when its cold out. So I say fuck the 23.5 degree tilt to our axis. Fuck the constant phrase of 'What do you want to do. ' Winter is the hard drug season, and crack is knocking on our door. " He's like a fucking poet when he wants to be. When I was so vehemently (arrogantly) opposed to drug use, I used to think I would never like my brother's crowd. But now I see them as confident college-bound smarties. They don't use drugs as a crutch, but as enhancement. They make their own happiness, but the occasionally illicit material heightens it all. I love this song so much I could listen to it all day long.
Bright Eyes rocks my (limited, narrow, very contained) world. Your hands on me Pressing hard against your jeans Your tongue in my mouth Trying to keep the words from coming out You didn't care to know Who else may have been here before I want a lover I don't have to love I want a girl who's to sad to give a fuck Where's the kid with the chemicals? I thought he said he'd meet us here but I'm not sure I got the money if you got the time He said it feels good I said I'll give it a try Sick days rock my little world. Via la fever. Affectionately... Anna 
