Raining again, out on the car, like bullets on tin.

Its raining awesomeness here. All dark n gray n gloomy.
It reminds me of...umm...that day we went out in the rain and had pani puri or was it bbq....cant remember. It was so beautiful outside that I avoided food. I avoided FOOD to look at the rain.
Then they went out to get something and I stayed in the backseat of the car....staring outside. Wondering shit. Then we just drove around till it was completely dark.
I was....err....10 I think. Something about that day. Something weird. Something that made me feel complete and sad at the same time. Complete cuz it was perfect. Sad cuz it wasn't true. It wasn't my place there.
I wish this blog were'nt public ryte now. Keeps me from writing.

On a more happier note....umm.....No I dont have anything funny to say. I thought I did but I dont. So. Yea. I'll just leave it to that.

We have a lot of cats in our college. This one in particular, being creepy.

Mr. Bruce Sprinsteen, you're a perv and a pedo, sirre.

The following are the lyrics of the song "Im on fire" by Bruce Sprinsteen. Please let me know if you find these lyrics disturbing.

Hey little girl [wtf?]
is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone [wtf]
I got a bad desire
Im on fire

Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do [wtf?]
I can take you higher
Im on fire

Sometimes its like someone took a knife baby
Edgy and dull
and cut a six-inch valley
Through the middle of my soul
At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet [wtff?]
And a freight train running through theMiddle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
Im on fire

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Ive been trying to ignore it for quite some time now but Ive had enough. Seriously no one finds it disturbing? Seriously? No one?

I like saying the following repetitively :

*Duct Tape

*Debit Credit

*ribbit ribbit

*Khabees

*weetweet

I am 20 years old. No, I do not feel twenty at all. Also I dont like "commas" - they make sentences look ugly.

I dont like thinking over things. I dont like thinking about anything that happens. Whatever happens is associated with something. And every association leads down to one fact. A fact that cannot be changed.

Ugh. Emo.