"I'm sick. I felt this way for some time now. Fed up of the daily grind, I'm trying to find relief. If you feel this way then clap your hands. Ever thought this was a backward land? What is making people mean? A bad scene. Now that I've got my motives straight and I'm thinking clearly, I'll sneak up to your window with my senses open wide" - Belle & Sebastian (Desperation made a fool of me)
Yesterday (Saturday) night, there was a girl wearing a top (what we call anything a female wears on the upper half of their body) that said "STOP BEING DESPERATE".
"What does that mean?" Asked Aaron.
"Anything you want it to mean." She replied.
"What does it mean to you then?"
"Ok! No more questions!" She protested, as she walked away. Our pleas fell on deaf ears, as she removed herself from the imminent logical discussion.
There were no attempts made to grasp at straws, however, as her top seems to imply that she may have played the role of straw often.
Oh, darnit!
"What does that mean?" Asked Aaron.
"Anything you want it to mean." She replied.
"What does it mean to you then?"
"Ok! No more questions!" She protested, as she walked away. Our pleas fell on deaf ears, as she removed herself from the imminent logical discussion.
There were no attempts made to grasp at straws, however, as her top seems to imply that she may have played the role of straw often.
Oh, darnit!
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