a rolling stone gathers no moss i was just watching tv innocently gorging myself on chex mix.. just watching a good old american sitcom about hazing.. and gee mom and dad what are we gonna' do when tiara cant decide which sorority to pledge to..and you both want her serving her soul up to a nameless money eating organization to help breed the next generation miss america anorexics.. and i convinced myself i heard ian yelling outside to let him in two floors down and that he had no key..and all those people are sleeping and his screamings gonna wake them up already so i listen and i think i hear jingling of the door and the sounds of no keys.. so i say outloud.. ian? and then the door to the apartment opens and i hear him in here.. and i bet the people next door are looking because my stoned ass is hanging out the window.. so im watching tia make a life decision about sororities and i keep thinking.. keep wondering .. is there really some girl out there sitting at home near tears because these girls get her horrible plight.. her torn heart over which sorority is right.. is someone really out there relating to that? thinking thank god for sister sister! im not aloooooone!!!!! i dont think so.. im sitting here imaging people are locked outside and wondering if he really is gonna finish my laundry now at 2 am.. and FUCK! he just stepped on the mathis mix..and i already stepped on it before.. but didnt move it.. no i added the cd to the case.. boy informs me that was real smart..hands me the cd and i exclaim but i love mathis!! and he looks back froim the dororway and says .. well you sure have a nice way of showing it.. and im laughing.. thats whats in my reality.. not my sorority sisters.. or my gamnma phi gamme sweater... |