I can't make the damn phone ring...
It's simply pathetic if I call you anymore...
Never have truer words been written by someone other than myself or god. Of course, now that I think about it, god never actually wrote anything. So, I guess that just leaves me. Hear that god? Wait, you don't exist, so I guess you don't. Ha ha, I win!
Anyhow, back to my point. I've been listening to Lagwagon a lot lately. Especially their newest album. There's a song called I Must Be Hateful that starts out with the lines:
"The last time that we talked was only cause I called." - Plow (R.I.P.)
Anyhow, every time I listen to that song, I think about how I tortured myself by allowing myself to be treated like poop by this girl. I've never been so in love with two lines from a song, ever. I'll sing those lines along to the song and I just wish I had the balls to sing them to her, but I doubt I'll ever see her again because I'm not good enough for her, I guess. Oh well, her loss. I always bought her stuff.
I might be buying a car. Finally. I have to take a look at the car, but apparently it runs well and it's only $500. That's a price I can handle without taking out a loan. I'll be finding out more this weekend. Keep your fingers crossed that it's a decent car so I can buy it and almost be a normal person.
New Lagwagon and Propagandhi albums out later this year. I love music!
Never have truer words been written by someone other than myself or god. Of course, now that I think about it, god never actually wrote anything. So, I guess that just leaves me. Hear that god? Wait, you don't exist, so I guess you don't. Ha ha, I win!
Anyhow, back to my point. I've been listening to Lagwagon a lot lately. Especially their newest album. There's a song called I Must Be Hateful that starts out with the lines:
I can't make the damn phone ring.Those words ring very true for me. I was in love with a girl not too long ago and like clockwork I would call her every weekend. And like clockwork she would find someway to ditch me and do something more important like not talk to me. That's fine. I can understand. I hate talking to me, too. But, she fed me these lines about how great of a guy I am and what a great friend I was, but apparently not good enough for her to ever call me. The only time we would talk is if I call her. If we were dating (which we did for like two seconds) then I could understand that I should call her, but we're just friends. Isn't friendship a two-way street? Apparently not. It reminds me of a great line from a Plow United song.
It's simply pathetic if I call you anymore.
"The last time that we talked was only cause I called." - Plow (R.I.P.)
Anyhow, every time I listen to that song, I think about how I tortured myself by allowing myself to be treated like poop by this girl. I've never been so in love with two lines from a song, ever. I'll sing those lines along to the song and I just wish I had the balls to sing them to her, but I doubt I'll ever see her again because I'm not good enough for her, I guess. Oh well, her loss. I always bought her stuff.
I might be buying a car. Finally. I have to take a look at the car, but apparently it runs well and it's only $500. That's a price I can handle without taking out a loan. I'll be finding out more this weekend. Keep your fingers crossed that it's a decent car so I can buy it and almost be a normal person.
New Lagwagon and Propagandhi albums out later this year. I love music!
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