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Generally made up of protein, water and various minerals, with diminishing oil reserves around the mid zone. Has been contributing to global warming for 25 years and trying hard to reduce the footprint now. Male, atheist, geek, savour good food and caught in rat race.
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Monday, July 02, 2007, 6:55 pm
Departures are so hard
You claim
Packing up your things
Your necklaces and rings
Your darvidan and morphine
You can't believe the actor
Smacked her
Gave her a black eye
There's something in a western winter
Where it's easier to say
Goodbye, Goodbye
These yellow lights
are turning red (turning red)
You starve your heart
You starve your head
And when it's over
You go back to bed
I don't want a job
I don't want to go to school
I don't want a job
I've got more important things to do
You keep in touch with old friends
I keep in touch with you
Your begging me to make
Every little word count
I don't now but I used to
You still do drugs
I still play games
You prefer not knowing I call you names
In flights of fancy
Grandeur and fame
Goodbye goodbye
These yellow lights
are turning red (turning red)
You starve your heart
You starve your head
And when it's over
You go back to bed
I don't want a job
I don't want to go to school
I don't want a job
I've got more important things to do
Wake up to the thought of you
It's December, remember
How cold it was in my garage
You sat with your legs crossed
and your heart lost
mine lost in losing you
Street lights like a christmas tree
But the fires aren't burning
Cuz it's 80 degrees
and I'd like to have you alone
In my favorite cologne
With the air on your hair
and we're still getting stoned
It's a shame the games we play
But I like it that way
These yellow lights
are turning red (turning red)
You starve your heart
You starve your head
And when it's over
You go back to bed
I don't want a job
I don't want to go to school
I don't want a job
I've got more important things to do
More important things to do
Than you
You claim
Packing up your things
Your necklaces and rings
Your darvidan and morphine
You can't believe the actor
Smacked her
Gave her a black eye
There's something in a western winter
Where it's easier to say
Goodbye, Goodbye
These yellow lights
are turning red (turning red)
You starve your heart
You starve your head
And when it's over
You go back to bed
I don't want a job
I don't want to go to school
I don't want a job
I've got more important things to do
You keep in touch with old friends
I keep in touch with you
Your begging me to make
Every little word count
I don't now but I used to
You still do drugs
I still play games
You prefer not knowing I call you names
In flights of fancy
Grandeur and fame
Goodbye goodbye
These yellow lights
are turning red (turning red)
You starve your heart
You starve your head
And when it's over
You go back to bed
I don't want a job
I don't want to go to school
I don't want a job
I've got more important things to do
Wake up to the thought of you
It's December, remember
How cold it was in my garage
You sat with your legs crossed
and your heart lost
mine lost in losing you
Street lights like a christmas tree
But the fires aren't burning
Cuz it's 80 degrees
and I'd like to have you alone
In my favorite cologne
With the air on your hair
and we're still getting stoned
It's a shame the games we play
But I like it that way
These yellow lights
are turning red (turning red)
You starve your heart
You starve your head
And when it's over
You go back to bed
I don't want a job
I don't want to go to school
I don't want a job
I've got more important things to do
More important things to do
Than you
And yes, I am having my MEHIS (Male Hormone Imbalance Syndrome), in easier word, it's call depression. I am pissed and I don't feel like going to work. I want to stay alone, in a place no one can reach me, leaving me alone, sipping the coffee looking at the empty sky, dreaming.
Why? because my current workplace is giving me more disappointment. More work, same old crappy pay, longer working hour, daily report, sales agents that need to check in and out from office, daily. How great can that be.
This means the user typing this right now is pissed, really.
I seriously need a break to get away,
away from all these shits.
Life is unfair, bitch, and no, I will not live with it.
I rather whine it over. Sue me if you can.
Labels: career suicide, whine tasting