Went back to my favorite theme, Impress

still bugs left and right. Don’t like it? Well, I guess you could look at the archive, or follow more closely. Or something.

Edit: That’s a little closed-minded. I like having a cool, new, modern, sleek, minimal theme that hardly anyone has and allows for modest customization (preferably with a user uploaded wallpaper). If you have any suggestions, go for it, suggest away. If you don’t have suggestions (or anything positive) don’t say complain. After all, who’s blog is it anyway? Oh wait. It’s mine.

Wait, what is with the anonymous compliments? Thank you, quite truly, but what did I do to deserve such unconditional kindness?

hypocrisy runs rampant inside my house. when I turn eighteen, well shit, I’ll just go wild.

RIght there. Love it, thanks

Sometimes people want to know their anonymous askers. At this point I don’t even care. Thank you. You’re golden too

Expo ‘86

Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
And it seems by the time that I have figured what it’s worth
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.

You. You were a friend. You were a friend of mine I let you spend the night
You see it was my fault. Of course it was mine.
I’m too hard at work. Have you ever heard of anything so absurd ever in your life.
I’m sorry for wasting your time.

See who am I to say this situation isn’t great? When it’s my job to make the most of it
Of course I didn’t know that it would happen to me. Not that easy.

Hey what’s that you say? You’re not blaming me for anything well that’s great
But I don’t break that easy. Does it fade away?
So that’s why I’m, I’m apologizing now for telling you I thought that we could make it
I just don’t get enough to believe that we’ve both changed.

See who am I to say this situation isn’t great? It’s my time to make the most of it
Of course I didn’t know that it would happen to me. Not that easy.
If all along the fault is up for grabs why can’t you have it
If it’s for sale what is your offer, I’ll sell it for no less than what I bought it for
Pay no more than absolutely zero.

Well neither one of us deserves the blame because opportunities moved us away
And it’s not an easy thing to learn to play a game that’s made for two that’s you and me
The rules remain a mystery. See it can be easy.

See who am I to say this situation isn’t great? It’s our time to make the most of it
How could we ever know that this would happen to me, not that easy, no
When all along the fault is up for grabs and there you have it
If it’s for sale what is your offer, I’ll sell it for no less than what I bought it for
Pay no more than absolutely zero.

- Jason Mraz, Absolutely Zero

Samples

I still am not sure how everything in the past two days has worked out, but until recently it has been a wonderful two days. 

I feel bad for the people at the mall who have to hand out samples. Seems like a boring job, and it’s filled with rejection.

But much more I feel bad for the piece of sesame chicken that you ignore on the side of the sample dish. The one who gave you all those gifts. Who spent so much time with you and so much unconditional and devoted effort on you. The one who spent all that money on you, for you, to make you happy.

Guys, most at least, are notorious for not having emotion or being cold. I think very truly that the opposite is the case. We do have feelings. And to trample on those feelings as if they were just another sample, to sit there and lie through your teeth to me about your feelings, all the while having a ticking clock in the back of your head, is quite painful.

I suppose the clock is going off.

Sorry I’ve wasted seven months of your life.
Sorry I tried so hard.
Sorry I gave you everything I had, everything I am.

I guess I was just another piece of sesame chicken.

No, it’s my own fault for thinking that I meant something? It’s my fault for thinking that I had any worthwhile purpose…

I thought you were the end of this. I though after Dana, that things were looking up. I was blinded by my own optimism to think that anything mattered. I can see know how wrong I was. 

The end is inevitable. To quote a song you like, “even the sun sets in paradise.” 

I just had hoped it wouldn’t end this way. Samples…that’s all I am? I’m a sample to you. Just one of those guys amongst a million. A simple piece of meat, free for the taking and subsequent devour.

So go on. Get another sample.

Meanwhile, I’ll just lay here on the tray like I did seven months ago, pretending it didn’t happen, just like I did seven months ago.

Sorry