"A flame with burning desire! That only your kiss could put out the fire!"

"I wanna be loved by you, just you and no body else but you."

"I'm crazy for try and crazy for crying. And I'm crazy for loving you."

The more I read, the more I discover that I share a lot in common with him. That's very weird since I've more or less convinced myself that no one out there is even remotely like me which is why I have to be multi-faceted. Otherwise, I won't be able to connect with people. Then again, Matt. I guess there are others like me out there. Who'd have thought...

It still pisses me off majorly that much of the things I respect are considered to be a joke by C, Mr. Talent, and the Man Whore. Earlier to-... yesterday, I brought my new Sandman graphic novel. (yes, I'm aware that there hasn't been a new Sandman issue since Death:The High Cost of Living) (okay, so it's newly bought) In the midst of reading C asks what the hell I was reading and grabs the book from me. Thing about Sandman: it's from the Vertigo line of comics. (read:adult orientated, but not necessarily pornographic) C still has the misconception that comics are for extremely young kids and geeks and are all about super heroes or "poke-chu."

So, she begins flipping through the book and gawks at about every weird thing that happens in there. Mr. T and Man Whore join in with the cajolling shortly after. C asks me "What the fuck is this shit?!" at which point I have a really hard time trying to explain the subject matter and about the main character being the incarnate of Dreams. Mentioning that it came from a line of "adult" comics would only sink me further in my own little hole... so I don't. And people wondered later why I became so fucking pissy.

(and Andy, this is for saying that it was my lil porno book ::waves the middle finger::)

Normally, I can be very laid back and allow rude comments directed to me to pass by while remaining relatively unscathed... but fuck she's been doing that all session long! And at the point where it is right now, I'm very insulted. But no, can't say a word to her since I have to keep up this whole "macho" attitude. Especially since she's a closet homophob who has a thing against canadians. One day I fear I'll end up screaming into her face. At this rate, I feel like leaving the band.

sigh... Calming down. Everyone, give a hug sometime to Sarah. She needs it right now.