I suck at being a person, I really do.
Sometimes I say and post weird shit that may offend people.
Occasionally, it could be construed as me being a "wack job".
Rest assured, I am not one of those
people. I, loving Tumblr community, am in truth, only a girl who says what she thinks, does what she feels, and sometimes fucks up in the process.
This whole thing is usually tongue-in-cheek, all in good fun nonsense. Isn't that what the internet is supposed to be?
Anyways, this is the place I go to blog about my favourite things in life -- movies, music, pretty men I like to look at, etc.
Take that as you will.
thelovelymisslisa at gmail dot com
I’m thinking of buying one. Are they any good?
My boyfriend has had one since last Spring, and he swears by it. He’s a total Apple freak.
I can’t really get past the “touch” part, though…too hard for my fingers to get around, you know? Still, they are nifty little things to have, so I’d say go and get it. :)
Oh, the city rain It floods the city streets
And in my city bed
Out of my fuckin’ head Is it snowing in space?
God I wish I could talk to you Is it snowing in space?
And all the city snow Freezes the Chelsea Hotel
It stones the Chelsea girls
It stones the Chelsea boys
Is it snowing in space? God I wish I could talk to you
Is it snowing in space?
How does your body feel today? I forgot to ask
Genius in a hospital bed with briar-patch hair, just isn’t fair
Takin’ bullets for the team of bad poets, how is it up there?
Takin’ bullets for the team
I really miss you, I really miss you, I really miss you
I fucked you over a million times, I fucked you over a million times, I fucked you over a million times
And you died, you died, you really died
Died, died, you really died
I am going to push them way
Fall into the leaves of the Winter trees
Drowning slowly, lonely
My city rain
— City Rain, City Streets by Ryan Adams.
Unfortunately, it’s a real bitch to type using the controller.
I may break down and plug in the portable USB keyboard thingy. That would be the smart thing to do, haha.
I feel like my dad when he uses a computer — two finger typing, one letter at a time.
Rose tint my world, keep me safe from the trouble and pain.
— Columbia, from The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Forgive me, but my stupid fucking internet company shut the ‘net down here because apparently I have viruses on both my laptop, as well as my HP system.
Right now though, I’m sneaking in a few site browses using the recording studio’s Apple…nifty little thing it is, too. I want one.
Anyway, don’t know when for sure I’ll be back, but hopefully soon.
I miss you guys like crazy.