Tastes Like Bitter

Carmaine told me to post something she said, but I forgot what it is. I do remember this one, however:

Now, she got a haircut yesterday, and her new haircut today is rather the awesome. Also, she was very happy in Methods, so I teased her by asking, “Hey, you’re really happy today. What’s up? Where’s the emo Carmaine?”

“I don’t know,” replied she.

“Did you eat her?”

“Yes I did. She didn’t taste very good though. Sorta bitter.”

[cue drums]

I wouldn’t believe that she thought of that on the spot, mostly because the delivery was almost perfect, and it’s hard to keep a straight face when telling such a good joke, but look, she’s convinced me that she did in fact make that up there and then.

Carmaine, if you’re reading this, do you remember the other thing you wanted me to post?


Rhyming rhyme with time…

I’m hitting a dry spell for blogging material. So I dredge up stuff from my files.

Okay, so this time, it’s something that some of you might’ve read already (and then forgotten, which is okay, because I’ve forgotten who I’ve shown).

I wrote an “emo song” earlier this year. There’s no music to it yet (I asked Ca- but she never got back…) so anyone who wants to, go ahead.

I won’t write another sad song
Because I didn’t shed a tear,
I won’t argue who was right or wrong
Or who was and wasn’t there.

I won’t say it was you
I won’t place any blame
But now I’m through
Playing this polite game

I’m letting you know…

I’m moving on
You were nothing to me, you meant nothing to me
I’m staying strong
Just so I can come back to show you that I’ve moved on.

You said you liked me,
Said you cared for me, and then you stab me
Right in the back
Infidelity, inconsistency, in an unforgiveable way.

Now I’m over you
I’m through with you, I’m fighting proof
Of a hating heart
A vengeful start, a bleeding shard, a world of gray.

And now you know…

I’m moving on
You were nothing to me, you meant nothing to me
You were wrong
And now I’ve come back to prove you that I’m moved on.

If hate is blinding, my world is black
If revenge is sweet, then my tooth is that
If lies are no longer white, then love is no longer war
If this is all there is, what is our heart fighting for?

I’m moving on
You were nothing to me, you meant nothing to me
You weren’t worth it
You weren’t worth the words you spoke (nothing to me)
You weren’t worth these words I wrote (nothing to me)
You weren’t worth the air you choke (I’ve come back to show you, to prove to you)
I’ve gone and moved on.