I wrote this just fuckin' around a bit: I’ve tried being nice, When writing to entice. But my words are too concise And my language too precise. I find no words can suffice To overcome my vice Of a heart as cold as ice. I think that I’m just mean, Too bitter at nineteen. My words are so unclean. My language too obscene To encompass my routine Of drugs and nicotine, Of fire and caffeine. I just wanted to see how long I could ryhme. I wrote this after I wrote another depressing one. But I've had enough of all of that. I'm far too much of a little pissy bitch sometimes and I could really just go for a good smack in the face. Right now I'm feeling goofy. I feel like spouting out random shit that doesn't even make sense(thus the title). Like cinamon Christ or cardigan player beef jockey. Or chicken dance monkey. Bubble fart baby. Cheese baloney brothers. Rubber dreamfish. Buttberry bubblegum. Ok, I'm done. No, voice in my head, I'm not crazy, I'm just weird. I love this song. The Safety Dance is the BEST 80s song EVER. No argument. All of the other techno bitches and hairbands can go fuck themselves. They ain't got shit on the Men Without Hats. I mean...come on. We can dance if ya want to. We can leave your friends behind. 'Cause your friends don't dance, And If they don't dance, Well, they're no friends of mine. Fucking magic right there. I can't here this song and not get up and do a gay little jig. And the video is fucking amazing. It has a midget for fuck sake. How many other videos have that?! And don't mention any Kid Rock videos because hes a big bitch that needs to die. There will be no Kid Rock around here. He fuckin' ruined Behind Blue Eyes. Kid Rock makes me vommit in my own mouth. The Who should totally kick his ass. _____________________________________________ Update: Yeah, so I realized later that I meant to say Limp Bizkit in place of Kid Rock that whole last paragraph. I'm a fucking idiot. But hey, when I wrote this, I was really really fuckin' tired. Still no excuse...but, hey, I can always look at my life and say "I'm never gonna be Carrot Top" and that always brightens my day up a little bit. ______________________________________________ No, I'm not doing any goddamn drugs. I have been clean since...Saturday after the MSI concert. Which was fantastic, by the way. Ok, I'm gonna go now. Its time for like 5 more bowls of Lucky Charms. One of these days...I'm gonna get that trippy little leprechaun. Thinks hes all high and mighty ridin' around on a goddamn rainbow. Well fuck him, I got his cereal anyhow!