I'm never sure what LOVE means in tennis. But I'm sure Tennyson would know- Alfred is such a dear and he knows much more than I know about him about me. Apparently. I'm in a drunkenly depressed state, the kind where you eat too much sugar and think about nothing at all except how unfair that nothing that you have IS. SO today was the last day I do that, and in thirty five minutes, (well thirty six) it will be tomorrow, and today will be yesterday and I will be asleep dreaming about cats or something happy that liz will interpret for me to digest at a later date when my stomach is not perhaps in such a war-like state (idaho?) (idon'tknow)
. Also, if you were wondering
interpret is spelled exactly how it sounds and not any other way- like the four other ways that I tried before I got that incurable squiggly red line to go away.
Why do they even call the score luv in tennis anyhow? There isn't anything love like about taking a solid racket of strings and hitting a ball that is perhaps just as solid as the racket to hurdle through the air at your opponent?
Maybe that is why the only good tennis player that anyone knows of is Venus
which everyone knows
is the goddess of love.
Venus is the second planet from the Sun and the sixth largest.
Venus' orbit is the most nearly circular of that of any planet.
Venus, as of yet is completely uninhabitable and unfriendly.
Not so loving after all.
Someday, love will be returned to my court in a kind and un hurt ling matter.
I wish somebody would throw cake or ice cream at me,
what a worthwhile sport.
Tonight I am going to sleep and I am going to say, there is nothing wrong with me, there is nothing wrong with me, there is nothing wrong with me.
In place of counting sheep.
And other sh things.
If only the girls upstairs would sh ut up
they are rapping.
With a microphone.
I don't know whose brilliant idea it was to rap
but no white chick living in Brookside has any reason to do so.
or beat.
In school I was so smart I used to get G's
That's a step below F's
Peep the context
So make sure you kids
Stay in school
Cause look what happened
To us here fools
We can't get jobs
So we have to rap
So stay in school
SO YOU DON'T END UP LIKE THAAAAATTT
<3
lots of ice cream,
thank you Liz para the donut and the laughs and the encouragement
ja
January 10, 2009
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2 comments:
#1. Your duality brains are rocksome.
#2. I also want to know why there's a microphone to rap with. White chick rap is bad enough, but with a microphone? Where did they get it? Why?
#3. You're welcome, my new-found (again) friend! =)
#4. You want to hear some quality white rap? Just you wait. You're about to meet The Streets.
i know of them!
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