Monday, September 11, 2006
Cliches for the New Milennium
These are the truisms of life, found in the words said a thousand times before.
It's like flogging a dead horse. Give it up already.
I'm like water to your 'drowning man'.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. My presence makes your heart grow colder.
A rolling stone gathers no moss. (A bastard like you feels absolutely no loss.)
A fool and (her) money are soon parted. Because of you, because of you.
All good things must come to and end. (Before 11)
Better to be alone than in bored company.
Boys will be boys. (You know, in the words of my roomie,) spineless pricks.
Do not wear out your wecome. (whoops, too late I guess.)
Experience is the best teacher. And also the bitchiest.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. (Now you tell me?!)
It is no use crying over spilt milk. (Nor spilt gelati)
Tomorrow is another day. (of pain and misery and stress, I'd say)
Looks like I need a hug.
:(
It's like flogging a dead horse. Give it up already.
I'm like water to your 'drowning man'.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. My presence makes your heart grow colder.
A rolling stone gathers no moss. (A bastard like you feels absolutely no loss.)
A fool and (her) money are soon parted. Because of you, because of you.
All good things must come to and end. (Before 11)
Better to be alone than in bored company.
Boys will be boys. (You know, in the words of my roomie,) spineless pricks.
Do not wear out your wecome. (whoops, too late I guess.)
Experience is the best teacher. And also the bitchiest.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. (Now you tell me?!)
It is no use crying over spilt milk. (Nor spilt gelati)
Tomorrow is another day. (of pain and misery and stress, I'd say)
Looks like I need a hug.
:(