I've listened to Depeche Mode too much for someone in such a snarky mood today. I've seriously had the best one-lined zingers of my life, too bad no one except Max was online to hear them.
Sebastian would hurt me if he found out I said he was a lan-party away from losing that beret in a high stakes game of counter-strike.
Or that it might be a bad tactical decision to be friends with a certain chick, since this was obviously the only sentence where "tact" and *insert name* would be in the same sentence.
Also I was pissed at Eliza and told her she should find better things to do with her day than picking on me....like shaving her chest hair.
ZING ZING ZING!
I should have run
I should have known
Each dress you own
Is a loaded gun
I need protection
I hear your voice
And any choice I had is gone
Once I begun
I couldn't stop
'til every drop of blood was sung
Pain and misery always hit the spot
Knowing you can't lose what you haven't got