I'm writing this to say, in a gentle way:

[velouria]

I remember someone telling me that when they saw me online, I reminded them of Vo5 haircare products. This amused me so, but I am too retarded to remember who it was. It was probably post 4 am, thus making me velerious. That somewhat makes up for it.

I just watched Valley Girl. What the hell. Who wants that girl? She treated everyone like shit. She doesn't deserve Nicholas Cage. She deserves the blonde guy in the striped shirt. I wish I had to make the decision between a retarded blonde guy in a striped shirt who loved me, and a young Nicholas Cage.

At this point, I have the gentleman who staggers into my work each night with a 40 of Miller complaining of the paint fumes he inhales all day at his place of employment, and a guy at Blockbuster who refers to me as Colette.

Looks like I will live my life as I will undoubtedly die: alone.

Comments

[ekrypt.livejournal.com]

"I wish I had to make the decision between a retarded blonde guy in a striped shirt who loved me, and a young Nicholas Cage."

Who would you have chosen?

[velouria.livejournal.com]

you

But that joke isn't funny anymore

[alexeiffel.livejournal.com]

It's too close to home, and it's too near the bone.

Re: But that joke isn't funny anymore

[velouria.livejournal.com]

you know, you don't need to speak in def leppard lyrics, because you already speak in morrissey ones.

Re: But that joke isn't funny anymore

[alexeiffel.livejournal.com]

You know you like it =P

[brain-matter.livejournal.com]

ditto. god fucking dam it.

domo arigoto, mr. roboto

[velouria.livejournal.com]

I'm not a robot without emotions
I'm not what you see
I've come to help you with your problems, so we can be free

[daddylovebucket.livejournal.com]

it was me, everytime I see you online, I think of Vo5. I am glad you remembered but saddened that you didn't remember it was me. I am glad I made you laugh.

Have a wonderful day.