Possessions never meant anything to me I'm not crazy

please feel free to argue via comments on this entry...i enjoy it, it gives me something to look forward to each day...its highly entertaining and i cant wait to see who 'wins.' Brooke, i feel that you and i are probably a lot alike and you are afraid to admit it, and well, thats cool. maybe in an alternate, bizaro universe such as the right hand of the apocalyptic elvis, we will be best friends. grant, i love you more than i love my little toes....and i love how you school my bff brooke. keep it up, i beg of you...steven, my love,the spaghetti eating love of my life, you are amazing and you know it. thank you for standing up for me in this thing, whatever it is....i never felt that i needed to be stood up for, because i dont understand why ive been targeted or whatever is going on, but i do appreciate you nonetheless....keep it up, because i DO think you are clever.......


k, talk amongst yourselves. just please do me a favor and let me post/rant/complain/vent/cry about things that actually matter in my own way, without your name calling and arguing about nothing poisoning it...........get it?


♥dont know why i picked linoleum for this one, but fuck, its a good song, eh?
Possessions never meant anything to me
I'm not crazy
Well that's not true, I've got a bed, and a guitar
And a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor
That's right, I've got a floor
So what, so what, so what?
I've got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes
Where everything important to me
Just seems to fall right down my leg
And on to the floorMy closest friend linoleum
LinoleumSupports my head, gives me something to believe
That's me on the beachside combing the sand
Metal meter in my handSporting a pocket full of change
That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish
That's me on the back of the bus
That's me in the cel
lThat's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head