fumblinglust's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Dig Evil Shoes Tonight, walking to Icon Grill from my apartment about 3 blocks North, with Steph. Decided to wear my sweet-ass-sweet black patent leather 6 inch stiletto Candies. Holy motherfucking fuck, my feet hurt. I think I may have broken my pinkie toe. Who invented these shoes and why, god, why are they so damn appealing?! That's all the complaining I'm going to do tonight. I'm done with complaining. Wrote this tonight. Tired to trying... Outside ~ I'm outside your house 4 AM, The sun is rising Drunk on cheap beer Yellow sun dress torn at one shoulder Wet grass sticking to my legs I am on your side I am on your side It's taken me a long time To get here Here, in your heart Here, in my head Now I can't seem to forget you And I don't sleep better alone This bed is far too big for one- One lonely animal (Listen as the sirens pass) Death is silence Death is living without your laugh 10:16 p.m. - 2002-01-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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