| | six-pack zach, i hope you never come back from china.
six-pack zach, i never want to see your ugly nose again.
you can get gunned down in tiananmen square for all i care.
six-pack zach, you ain't never gonna be my friend.
you get a boner for communists and you like to speak chinese;
i think you should stay there forever more.
i won't have to worry about running into you at school
or when i'm at the grocery store
buying feminine hygiene products 'cause i'm on the rag.
you come up behind me with a plastic bag and say
"hey there, kat, i'm here to help you save some money.
you see, i'm the human tampon, honey.
that's just a pick-up line to get in your vagina."
and that's why
six-pack zach, i hope you never come back from china.
six-pack zach, i never want to see your ponytail again.
you can get gunned down in tiananmen square for all i care.
six-pack zach, you ain't never gonna be my friend.
you think you're impressive because you know who satchmo is.
you pretend to read chomsky just for fun.
for breakfast, it's pizza with two gallons of beer
(i swear i'm not making up this one).
then you prance around campus, screaming "i'm an intellectual!"
guess you're "smart" from cigarettes and weed
as you got your six-pack from having sex with virgins--
that's all the intelligence proof i need.
six-pack zach, i hope you never come back from china.
six-pack zach, i never want to see your thick glasses again.
you can get gunned down in tiananmen square for all i care.
six-pack zach, you ain't never gonna be my friend.
but right about now, i'm going to stop this silly song
for i've seen the error of my ways.
i'm wasting my time letting you still plague my mind:
now i don't have to 'cause you're away. hooray!
six-pack zach, i hope you never come back from china.
six-pack zach, i never want to see your pimpled face again.
you can get gunned down in tiananmen square for all i care.
six-pack zach, you ain't never gonna be my friend.
yes, you can get gunned down in tiananmen square for all i care.
six-pack zach, you ain't never gonna be my friend.
(these are the best lyrics i have ever written. maybe i will go record them now.)
homework is so unappealing. i'd rather be making out with all of my roommates because i am a fucking whore. it's been a month. jeff says my male roommates will scare away any creeps. i'm happy in how happy he seems about this, i guess.
oh, zach. we both need letters so bad.
went down to vancouver wa for the fourth of july. saw the fireworks blasting off a barge in portland. then, they caught the bushes on fire not far from us and nobody noticed. we ran across the bridge and back to the burger king parking lot where i left my car for free. nobody would notice if the world came crashing down. they're too busy with pretty lights and heart-beat sounds.
we picked brian's uncle billy's raspberries and they were amazing. brian's mom let us take some home. it was good to see triangle jones again. sam and devin said that she ran away for a day, but then she came back. she seems glad we are home.
the library cannot find the book i need. and if i mate with another carrier of ciliac disease, there is a 50% chance our child will be affected, too. sam pours my expensive caffeiney coffee drinks on his cereal when the milk is gone and then we go to the foodbank, stand in line for an hour.
i think my impromptu speech on friday went well; even though my favorite drink is not what i said it was, it was the first thing that came to mind and it filled up enough time.
brian thinks i have multiple personalities. parts of me think he's right.
(my heart races when the picture changes. internet relationship statuses up my pulse. your second toe is longer than your first. i would write you a letter but i have nothing to say.) |
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