Robert Smith

I wanna be like Robert Smith
I wanna be like dead
Write songs about pain and death
And sleep with all the coolest chicks
I wanna be like Robert Smith

I want to write lyrics
That are deep and meaningful
Not the kind of crap
That you're hearing now

The other day my girlfriend heard you
Singing on the radio
She fell in love and now she left me
To rock with the goth crowd

She told me I'm too shallow for her
And all I do is watch tv
I'm not at all like Robert Smith
She says he's just like a dream

If I ever meet you, Robert
If I don't knock you out
I'll find a way to switch bodies with you
and then I'll be singing lullabies

Oh, cure me from my pathetic life
Cure me of my fate
Make me as good as Robert Smith
Oh Lord please make me great


{p.s. The comments are working again...hint hint}

Buy Me Stuff, Damnit

Why should celebrities get all the cool stuff? They just say the word and people who have less money than they do send stuff to them. Paul McCartney gets flowers, James Marsters gets Pez...Well, I want t-shirts. And I don't think I should have to be a rock star or a vampire to get one.

So, here's my wishlist from T-shirt Hell, one of my favorite store sites on the internet. Go ahead. Treat me like a celebrity. Now.

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If you liked the article above which seemed to almost, but not quite, include satire and sarcasm, you'll like my comments section. Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to work right now.

I can't for the life of me remember how the hell I added the comments section in the first place and now I have to go and fix it. I have no clue how to go about this, so if any of you readers (yes, that includes you, Mom) can help me out, please email me at Pmacca01@yahoo.co.uk. I'd really appreciate any help I can get.