Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Charge That to Accounts Fuckable, Deeper Throat

Today I enjoyed one of my favorite pasttimes, fucking with Matt's facebook. Logged in as Matt, I joined Raider Republicans and Ann Coulter Is My Goddess.

Well, Matt said the Ann Coulter thing was pretty interesting, so I attempted to join it myself. I couldn't! It would not let me join the group. I kinda feel cheated, like I'm not getting my full facebook experience if I can't join groups I don't want to belong to.

During some fun production banter, Matt mentioned printing something along the lines of "Wendy said..." to which I immediately replied "I'd be an anonymous source, like Deep Throat 2. Deeper Throat!"

Insert hilarious laughter here.

I then said "Charge that to accounts fuckable." All in all, it was a good experience.

I had class today, and both of them got out early. Good times! Wow, I never thought I'd refer to accounting and microeconomics as "good times" - I am deeply shamed.

I got some sweet tips today. That's always a good thing. I dig being unpoor.

Song of the day: "The Dreaming Tree" by Dave Matthews Band.

Standing here
The old man said to me,
"Long before these crowded streets
Here stood my dreaming tree."
Below it he would sit
For hours at a time
Now progress takes away
What forever took to find
And now he's falling hard
He feels the falling dark
How he longs to be
Beneath his dreaming tree

Conquered fear to climb
A moment froze in time
When the girl who first he kissed
Promised him she'd be his
Remembered mother's words
There beneath the tree
"No matter what the world
You'll always be my baby."
"Mommy come quick,
The dreaming tree has died."
The air is growing thick
A fear he cannot hide
The dreaming tree has died

Oh, have you no pity?
This thing I do
I do not deny it
All through this smile
As crooked as danger
I do not deny
I know in my mind
I would leave you now
If I had the strength to
I would leave you up
To your own devices
Will you not talk?
Can you take pity?
I don't ask much
But won't you speak, please?

From the start
She knew she had it made
Easy up 'til then
For sure she'd make the grade
Adorers came in hordes
To lay down in her wake
Gave it all she had
But treasures slowly fade
Now she's falling hard
Feels the fall of dark
How did this fall apart?
She drinks to fill it up
A smile of sweetest flowers
Wilted so and soured
Black tears stain the cheeks
That once were so admired
She thinks when she was small
There on her father's knee
How he had promised her,
"You'll always be my baby."
"Daddy come quick,
The dreaming tree has died
I can't find my way home
There is no place to hide
The dreaming tree has died."

Oh, if I had the strength to
I would leave you up
To your own devices
Will you not talk?
Can you take pity?
I don't ask much
But won't you speak, please?

Take me back, take me back, take me back...

Save me please.

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