And Windy has stormy eyes, that flash at the sound of lies, and Windy has wings to fly...

08 November, 2002 || 11:27 pm

Not much to say. I'm sleepy, but in a good way. In a happy, not too functionable way. Not in an exhausted, goddammit leave me alone way.

So get this - I come home, and both of my parents are waiting up for me. And they feel the need to ask me questions, when it's way past their bedtimes.

Yawn.

I think I'll stay up until 12, just for the hell of it. And then, if I'm not busy, I'll go to bed. Sha-la-la-la-la-la my, oh my - look at de boy too shy, ain't gunna kiss de girl (woah, woah) sha-la-la-la-la-la, ain't that sad, ain't it a shame, too bad, 'e's gunna miss de girl...

Wow.

Er, woah, woah.

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