The city is at a war
Playtime for the young and rich
Ignore me if you see me 'cause I just don't give a shit
The city is at war
Bless the young and rich
With designer drugs and designer friends

The city is at a war
Playtime for the young and rich
Ignore me if you see me 'cause I just don't give a shit
The city is at war
Bless the young and rich
With designer drugs and designer friends

Here's how it goes
It's about who you know
If you got money you get in for free
Get on your knees if you wanna reach the top
The party never stops (never stops!)
Don't stop now (don't stop now!)

Come on!
Stick around and see how it ends
Get the money and run
And meet me at the parking lot
Bang bang! Shoot 'em up, yeah

The city is at war
Playtime for the young and rich
Ignore me if you see me 'cause I just don't give a shit
The city is at war
Bless the young and rich
With designer drugs and designer friends

This little girl was alone in the world
Until she found a way to get a fix for free
Oh pretty please
It breaks my heart to see another tragedy
She finally got her picture on TV

Come on!
Live it up while you can
We all lose in the end
No you don't get another shot
Bang bang! Shoot 'em up, yeah

The city is at a war
Playtime for the young and rich
Ignore me if you see me 'cause I just don't give a shit
The city is at war
Bless the young and rich
With designer drugs and designer friends

The city is at war,
the city is at war,
the city is at war (war, uh oh)

Bang bang! Shoot 'em up,
shoot 'em up, yeah
Bang bang! Shoot 'em up,
shoot 'em up, yeah (the city is at war)
Bang bang! Shoot 'em up,
shoot 'em up, yeah
Bang bang! Shoot 'em up,
shoot 'em up, yeah
~ Cobra Starship "The City Is At War"

I've been bouncing between like 50 different emotions, trying to sort why people act the way they do and what the hell I ever did to deserve getting lashed out at. Finally got my problems sorted out and it's amazing how much better I feel, like a weight has been lifted off my shoulder. And of course being able to look them both in the eye helps. Ok, so maybe I'm not totally sorted but screw what other people say, I'm happy.

Also, grad dress picture posting. So dumb. Just customize your accessories and it might as well be a different dress. Though I do think it would be funny to see some total bitch who knows she looks better in the dress to show up in the same one for the sake of nastiness, but then again I am a very sick child, with a sick sense of humor.

Amelia Atwater-Rhodes...how did this woman ever get published? Her prose is so purple, it's ULTRAVIOLET and her main character is a bitch, but I will perservre because the premise seems interesting enough.

Need to go shopping, kick ass jacket is needed along with new makeup. I have finally given into my lame girly OCD shopaholic side!!!!


(Side note: Am now also addicted to America's Next Top Model...go team Creepy-Chan)