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In case I haven’t mentioned it before…

I hate housework

This hatred is multiplied in leaps and bounds by the fact that I have a vacuum cleaner that spits more than it blows.

I do almost everything in my power to keep from having to do housework…including admonishing every person I have ever met that it is tantamount to treason to just “drop by” my home…oh no no no…that’s not allowed…one must never just show up at my door without the obligatory phone call to warn me so that I might appease my dirty house guilt with one of those “flight of the bumble bee 90 mile an hour stuff n fluffs” of my home to kinda make it presentable…

anyway

The V.O.D. is coming back from a couple of months at the sisters house…so I can no longer pretend that it doesn’t need to be done…and for all the effect this fucking machine has I might just as well try to suck the carpets clean thru my lips!

that’s likely a visual you didn’t need huh?

the tv show I mean

I do
I think I like it so much cos the music is like the soundtrack of my life
all 80’s stuff
like tonight:

No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what it’s like
To be hatedTo be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That’s never free

No one knows what it’s like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That’s never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes