Ode to Shaking your ass when you have a wino headache...

Wake up in the morning feeling kinda barfy,
take a look in the mirror cause I'm looking kinda arfy.

Jump into my clothes cause I slept in late,
and run to move the car as my mom screams "Kate!".

Driving to the train and my head hurting bad,
left my mascara at home and feeling kinda sad.

But hark, I remember the cd,
which my coolest friend Kelly kindly made me.

I turn on the songs,
but there is only one for which I long.

Number 9 is the to which I groove,
I know this cause my ass starts to move.

So I forget my wicked headache,
and as I walk to the train my ass starts to shake.

The remember it once more,
when I see what's in store,
once I get onto the train
and it clicks in my brain.
That people can see me getting down,
like a wicked effing clown.

Okay I can't do the rhyming thing anymore, point of the above. I am wicked awesome at embarrassing myself.

Mixed up words with mixed up sounds, doesn't change the noise.
I take you words as what they are, noise.
There is nothing to accept and nothing to predict.
We are stuck in limbo of our lives until one of us has balls to change things.
I thought you had, you thought I had.
Sad isn't it.

A new time for a new crime

Effing up is beginning to feel sooo homey, I think I will stay.