how would you say
i would never look at you sideways
let alone talk to you
if we weren’t caged together?
maybe that’s a little harsh…but imagine if i could say that, how different life would be, how different i would be
funny
my mother and many of my family members are so brutally truthful, straight-up honest. growing up i despised it. if my mom didn’t like you she wouldn’t even say hi, she wouldn’t give you the time of day if she didn’t respect you. i found it too harsh
so what happened to me………the ultimate diplomat of course. and it has served me well, it’s definitely been an advantage at times. but am i cheating myself? i don’t think i’m a hypocrite but i’m sure there are instances when my actions have reflected that of one. and i’m probably reluctant to admit it, so i might as well be the biggest hypocrite in the world.
welll where do i go from here. it’s like having corn stuck between my teeth but being unable to pick it out because it’s ‘impolite’
but at the same time it’s hard to respect those who say fuck it and start shoveling out their mouths and have corn flying into their guests’ faces.
and the happy medium is so blah. i mean excusing yourself to floss is proper but proper is blah.
i guess you need some sort of pizzaz, maybe you won’t be liked and maybe you won’t even be respected but at least you’d be interesting.
hmm, i’ll sleep on that one
oh and before i go, please do me a favor- pull out madvillainy again, that album is awesome
