A_Wanderer said:Well u2dem heres a picture of my bookcase, I just arranged it. This is row III = politics, literature and philosophy theres also a few miscelaneous books in there for some reason.
Merc said:**Enters the bar and walks up to the desk to make a cup of the infamous morning tea...**
**Puts a handful of cash on the desk, paying for a bottle of Jameson...**
Hope this place accepts Danish cash...
**Goes over and lies down on the couch - puts this song on repeat, playing it over... and over... and over... and over...**
Sometimes I feel I'm gonna break down and cry
Nowhere to go, nothing to do with my time
I get lonely, so lonely, living on my own.
Sometimes I feel I'm always walking too fast
And everything is coming down on me, down on me, I go crazy
Oh so crazy - living on my own.
Dee do de de, dee do de de
I don't have no time for no monkeybusiness
Dee do de de, dee do de de
I get so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, yeah
Got to be some good times ahead
Sometimes I feel nobody gives me no warning
Find my head is always up in the clouds in a dreamworld
It's not easy - living on my own, my own, my own
Dee do de de, dee do de de
I don't have no time for no monkeybusiness
Dee do de de, dee do de de
I get so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, yeah
Got to be some good times ahead
angel_of_L.A. said::Takes a step back:
*Woah, I have a feeling I'm not in the same bar anymore...*
Did we remodel?
:Stares mischievously at a pole that stands firmly in the middle of the room and thinks.... Should I?
Looks around and sensing that no one is watching, she walks towards the jukebox and hits it with her thigh....Pink Floyd's "Young Lust" comes on loud and clear.
Bolting towards the pole, she twirls around it like her hair twirls around her fingers. Gone, she dances like it's her last night (or day) on earth.
After the song ends, she walks towards the bar counter and orders an apple martini--shaken not stirred. It's that kind of day.
starsforu2 said:
Whoa, need to get back to reality. What's happening Angel?