Vet inte riktigt varför.
Jag stör mig på det mesta och känner mig samtidigt jävligt dum för jag har ingen direkt anledning till att känna som jag gör. Trögfattade människor är något jag allt som oftast bara rycker på axlarna åt å sen skiter i dem men idag har jag stört mig på det mesta.
Folk som inte viker undan när man går på stan utan att det är ALLTID jag själv som viker undan och ÄNDÅ är den som ber om ursäkt när någon med en hård axel mejjar in i en.
Folk som tror att de har ensamrätt på hela kvarterets cykelställ. Det ha gått så långt att jag har funderat på att låsa fast människans cykel i min så hon fan inte kan använda den. (Eller så ska jag sätta upp en lapp)
Folk som ORKAR gnälla på saker i tvättstugan och tar sig tid att sätta upp arga lappar om både det ena och det andra. (Men om jag gnäller är det ok)
Folk som envisas med att dammsuga varenda jävla förbannade kväll och försöker ta världsrekord i att slå med munstycket mot listerna.
Jag brukar som sagt oftast skratta åt sånt här.. men idag blir jag fan arg.
Nu ska jag muntra upp mig lite med att lyssna på Whiskey Lullaby...
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
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Du kanske har sms
jo jag e rädd för det ...
I luv that song
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