This is why I never turn on facebook chat because the only people who speak to me are ex-boyfriends who just broke up with someone. TWO OF THEM AT ONCE!
Office Space came on just as I was smashing my head on my keyboard and telling my essay to fuck off and wondering why I am bothering with school at all…I guess the answer is so I don’t end up living Office Space. Although at least someone gets to hang out on a beach at the end.
I’d kill to be on a beach. Also Ron Livingston is kinda hot. Unlike this post. Does anything make sense anymore?
Sometimes I don’t want to wash the smell of you off of me because it implies a clean slate.
I don’t want to erase what we have with a quick slide right,
Marking your finger with film,
All the troubles that come with a history.
I want it to ache like chalk dust in your lungs as you clap it out,
Hard to get rid of and lingering