Saturday, April 18, 2009

No Hard Feelings

Headed to a crawfish boil with some family friends I haven't seen since before my dad died.

I'm really excited. My mom is also supposed to meet this guy Shelly (wife of Jay, the family friend) wants to hook her up with. Haha.

His name is Richie. He plays guitar and he's 48-ish.

:D

My post last night was sleeping-pill inspired, so it's very introspective and depressing. I apologize for that. Watched Primer to fall asleep last night and I thought to myself how it would be if I accidentally discovered time travel with my best friend. Would the power go to our heads? Would we remain level, despite pressure? What would happen?

If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it. But it might take a few watchings and some explanation when you do see it, because it's not for the layman. It's very technical and hard to follow. But in the end, it's definitely worth watching.

Today's song is "No Hard Feelings" by Bloodhound Gang.

Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore

Maybe you got screwed but i dumped you 'cause you ain't nothin' but trash. I put out despite the fact that you're like a Hawaiian-Punch mustache; right under my nose, thinking I'm so colonel klink oblivious. But how could I not see (right) you got off scott-free 'cause i know this means it?

Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore

If I want to be repeatedly shit on I'll go make dutch porn. When roughly translated even your naked truth means squat and what's more, I'm missing you like a hijacked flight on September 11th. I don't know who got on you but I'm not wrong in thanking them since it..

Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore


MAYBE IT AIN'T YOUR BIRTHDAY BUT THEN AGAIN YOU KNOW I WOULDN'T GIVE A FUCK WHEN WHAT I SHOULDA GOT IS OVER YOU SOONER SO NOW I'M JUST GONNA WRAP IT UP.

MAYBE IT AIN'T YOUR BIRTHDAY BUT THEN AGAIN YOU KNOW I WOULDN'T GIVE A FUCK WHEN WHAT I SHOULDA GOT IS OVER YOU SOONER SO NOW I'M JUST GONNA WRAP IT UP.


It ain't my job
I'm just gonna wrap it up.
To fuck you on your birthday.
I'm just gonna wrap it up.
It ain't my job
I'm just gonna wrap it up
To fuck you on your birthday.

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