Only if Lew was on him….
Throwback: Tuesday, September 06, 2005 Titled: A bit too short, late, and tired.
I can’t remember where I’ve been with you.
Give me three days to work this out.
I swear I’ll be okay if words stay out of mouth.
But you can’t take that, no, you, can’t, take that.
I’ve been defeated since I fell from your sky.
No one’s perfect, so why would I
be any…different?
Please don’t erase this, please don’t forget
feeling cheap is very hard to admit,
but I got through it so just hold out
for a few days longer.
Prove to me that I’m your everything
and don’t put me back at the start of being
just another
boy in your phonebook.
I can’t remember where we were because it doesnt seem real.
I can’t understand how you love someone, get mad, and change how that feels.
I can’t forget all the things you said, and now its got me to wonder.
Giving my all, was never enough. How do I get out from under this?
That goddamn song has popped into my head about once a week since I wrote it. Steve and I made more plans to take over the world, as usual. TJ and R-O are moving into the condo with Storm. Its pretty crazy how all of my friends are becoming one supergroup. I think I’m going to ask Chris to sing some hook ideas I’ve got “buzzing” around my brain. Dan got drunk tonight at Barcelona in Scottsdale in VIP with one of his childhood friends who now has American Idol fame and proceeded to text me some ghetto wisdom. Then he told me that because I’m black I have to smoke a blunt for my birthday, even if I am allergic to smoke. Haha. I love my friends.
In other news, my heart has ran into a wall. A standstill. Its so much stranger than before because its beyond numb. I don’t even feel numb anymore. I feel…..awake. You know when you were a little kid and you woke up in the middle of the night and went to get a glass of water, but for some reason you didn’t need any light and you weren’t frightened? You just walked around with that feeling for a few seconds. I’m stuck right there. Consequence doesn’t mean shit because there’s nothing really there. I want something to be, but I can’t see it from here. I’m mathematical. I look at variables and trends. Probability is my middle-fucking-name. I just don’t see this going away.
Since its technically Sunday, my birthday is tomorrow. I spent the entire weekend trapped in this fucking San Antonio apartment by myself. I have to take a cab to the airport Tuesday morning at a ridiculous time, then pay to check my bags (what a FUCKED up airline rule). All in all, I get to spend like $50, before I even leave this bitch, before I get to relax and enjoy myself back home. Eeeeeeeeffffffff.
In other news, I’m still good looking. If you don’t believe me, check Merlin903’s twitter via tumblr……BITCH.
_Tru
P.S. How come “tumblr” isnt in tumblr’s spell check dictionary?
