|why the hell can't i find old school reggae lyrics???
||[Jul. 16th, 2004|01:29 pm]
aberdeen redneck hick
|||||mom's island party mix.. boomshakalaka!||]|
"...keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and could be, if . . . there weren't any other people living in the world."
Growing up is so trivial(bwaha). Make-up, clothing, music, and my fuckin' orange hair. Why is self-identification vital to teenagers?
The whole hardcore unholy darkness vampire punk rock thing's made me so theatrical, melodramatic. This I don't like. Evil bastards that don't know or like the music I like. It just won't stop!
I'm starting to get those old lady smile eye crinkles really bad. I need a vat of stem cells. Then I could gross out the lady at the counter.