But I will go to my grave with the life that I gave Not just a melody line on a radio wave it dissipates and soon evaporates... I'll come back for the home life...
Mr. Future Millionaire is back and why haven't either one of us learned that we always fall in love at the wrong time? That our heart are never on corresponding strings? That we need the exact opposite thing from eachother at the exact same time, EVERYtime? When will we be able to time or palipitations and weaknesses in order to atleast skip the same beat? I miss him and I love him and i feel like such a fool for ever causing him pain and for ever breaking anything of his... and he's glad that I'm happy. I want to curl in his arms and wimper an accepted apology and feel his strong arms around me and hear a quiet, steady "It's ok... everything's ok..."
Nope not this time little one... You missed the bus (Yes bus, I like boats far too much to ever imagine having missed one...Althougth that's another whole sob story...)
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Sunday, March 13, 2005
I recently attempted and pathetically failed a venture to the mall in search of a shirt to complete my Easter dinner outfit. Some of you may wonder, "Why does one need an 'Easter dinner outfit'?" while others (the lesser of the two phyllums, I do pray), will ask,"what is easter?" Well, my friends, I shall tell you a great story...
Once upon a time, there was a little girl, her momma, two old warlocks (who were also her brothers) and the girls father, King Norman the unfased. The little girl was beautiful by all accounts, but there was always something wrong with her. Depending on who you were, this flaw appered differently. Sometimes, she seemed too plump. Other times, her hair was too long. Some even thought she looked simple. So to hide her verious imperfections, everyone tried to dress her just so to hide her faults. The mother dressed her in rags to hide her pride and her curves. The warlocks also prefered rags so that no one would know she was a girl. The father, King Norman the unfased, had no say in this, for to him, the girls imperfections made no difference. (Mostly because, to him, she was invisible.)
One day, the girl was old enough to venture out into the market alone where she was greeted by a perplexing audience. True as it was she was fair, with red red lips and soft brown hair and eyes like doves, but the commoners in the markets too saw her flaws. They saw that she wore rags not befitting a princess and fitted her with the tightest corsets and longest skirts. They saw that she was too modest and they sold her the finest silks, woven fabrics, and lambswool they could muster in all the kingdom. They were displeased with her long, frayed, soft locks and encouraged her to cut her hair and die it the most unnatural colors, red like the robin, black as coal, and yellow like the sun. The very confused princess found her way home, delighted that she had found acceptance with her people, but worried about wqhat her family might do and say to her. She came into the courtyards of the castle, and her mother caught a glimpse of her short hair, colorful plummage and painted face and shrieked in horror "You stupid girl you were to perfect the way I had created you, why would you change?" So her mother forced her to change into her rags, take off the make-up she had been forced to wear, and pull her hair tightly to her head so that no one would see the shame of her short hair.
Everytme the girl went to the city, she felt as though she should dress like the commoners, for she was shouted aty and jeered in the streets "You simple girl, where is your jewlery, you make-up, your fine clothes! One can barly tell you figure under that sack-cloth!" The girl struggled for many years, going back and forth between her identities, beautiful in each place if only she wore what she was told, for her imperfections were too unbearable if handled in her own manner.
And such is my di-llama with easter dinner...
What to wear what to wear what to wear...
Once upon a time, there was a little girl, her momma, two old warlocks (who were also her brothers) and the girls father, King Norman the unfased. The little girl was beautiful by all accounts, but there was always something wrong with her. Depending on who you were, this flaw appered differently. Sometimes, she seemed too plump. Other times, her hair was too long. Some even thought she looked simple. So to hide her verious imperfections, everyone tried to dress her just so to hide her faults. The mother dressed her in rags to hide her pride and her curves. The warlocks also prefered rags so that no one would know she was a girl. The father, King Norman the unfased, had no say in this, for to him, the girls imperfections made no difference. (Mostly because, to him, she was invisible.)
One day, the girl was old enough to venture out into the market alone where she was greeted by a perplexing audience. True as it was she was fair, with red red lips and soft brown hair and eyes like doves, but the commoners in the markets too saw her flaws. They saw that she wore rags not befitting a princess and fitted her with the tightest corsets and longest skirts. They saw that she was too modest and they sold her the finest silks, woven fabrics, and lambswool they could muster in all the kingdom. They were displeased with her long, frayed, soft locks and encouraged her to cut her hair and die it the most unnatural colors, red like the robin, black as coal, and yellow like the sun. The very confused princess found her way home, delighted that she had found acceptance with her people, but worried about wqhat her family might do and say to her. She came into the courtyards of the castle, and her mother caught a glimpse of her short hair, colorful plummage and painted face and shrieked in horror "You stupid girl you were to perfect the way I had created you, why would you change?" So her mother forced her to change into her rags, take off the make-up she had been forced to wear, and pull her hair tightly to her head so that no one would see the shame of her short hair.
Everytme the girl went to the city, she felt as though she should dress like the commoners, for she was shouted aty and jeered in the streets "You simple girl, where is your jewlery, you make-up, your fine clothes! One can barly tell you figure under that sack-cloth!" The girl struggled for many years, going back and forth between her identities, beautiful in each place if only she wore what she was told, for her imperfections were too unbearable if handled in her own manner.
And such is my di-llama with easter dinner...
What to wear what to wear what to wear...
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Man Jeremy Camp is the hottest one.
Now that that is out of the way I need to have a Seinfeld "Nothing but everything" matters moment. And as per usual, I have a few things to whine about.
What's up with people walking behind counters at retail estalishments as if they own the joint? I work at a shoe store as most of you know (And Those of you that are just finding out, do us all a favor and keep your worn l Bundy jokes under wraps, Ksies?) It's a regular store, in a regular out doors shopping strip center, with the average clientel, So why do people constantly act as if they can do whatever they want up in my store? I hate to be ghetoo, but people keep acting a fool and disobeyin'. There is a counter. The customer belongs on one side and I (The associate belong on the other side. Now, I work there (You remember) and I am allowed to be on your side (You being the customer) But please do not come in search of a trash can, shoe cleaner, footies/peds/those-little-things-you-put-on-your-feet, a beverage dispenser, or any sort of condiment. You do not own the counter. You do not get to invade my space in order to fulfill your crazy quota for the day. And please remember that your children are not allowed to throw away their trash, get footies, search for frosty refreshment or come up behind me and smack my butt like they own me either. Please thank you and goodnight.
There was more... There is more... only I forgot it... hmph...
OH! The worst possible way to address a girl when she has altered her apperance is "Well what'd you go and do that for?" Okay, maybe laughter is the worst, but the worst possible thing to do that you could possibly control (Cause sometimes jaunts be lookin a mess and they have to be laughed at) {Please excuse the ghetto....} Is to say the aformentioned statement. My sales associate today, upon seeing my newest hairstyle, which is very chic and clean, if I may say so myself, said "Why'd you go and chop your hair off?!" and he added a glare that could angrily shred ice. When my retort was a quite indignant, "You can't talk to me like that, that's just mean" He asked why I was so testy, added that HE liked girls with LONG hair, then proceeded to list reasons at my "sudden" and "Unprovoked" annoyance with his Person. First off, you've knownw me for a year and a half and you know you are not my type so you should know you preference makes no difference to me. Second point, if you are my father, my boyfriend or possible my brother, go on and say what you will, but if you barely know a b, back it up... My motto is if you raised me or you pay for me you can say anything you want, other than that , my hair is not your concern, daddy, so shut it.... Grr....
I think thats asll for now. I'm sure I have more but what will I write about tomorrow if all the livin' I've done has already been written?
Chew on that kids, I'll be back.
Oh if anyone knows anythig about the Philipines, email me, It's an emergency....
Now that that is out of the way I need to have a Seinfeld "Nothing but everything" matters moment. And as per usual, I have a few things to whine about.
What's up with people walking behind counters at retail estalishments as if they own the joint? I work at a shoe store as most of you know (And Those of you that are just finding out, do us all a favor and keep your worn l Bundy jokes under wraps, Ksies?) It's a regular store, in a regular out doors shopping strip center, with the average clientel, So why do people constantly act as if they can do whatever they want up in my store? I hate to be ghetoo, but people keep acting a fool and disobeyin'. There is a counter. The customer belongs on one side and I (The associate belong on the other side. Now, I work there (You remember) and I am allowed to be on your side (You being the customer) But please do not come in search of a trash can, shoe cleaner, footies/peds/those-little-things-you-put-on-your-feet, a beverage dispenser, or any sort of condiment. You do not own the counter. You do not get to invade my space in order to fulfill your crazy quota for the day. And please remember that your children are not allowed to throw away their trash, get footies, search for frosty refreshment or come up behind me and smack my butt like they own me either. Please thank you and goodnight.
There was more... There is more... only I forgot it... hmph...
OH! The worst possible way to address a girl when she has altered her apperance is "Well what'd you go and do that for?" Okay, maybe laughter is the worst, but the worst possible thing to do that you could possibly control (Cause sometimes jaunts be lookin a mess and they have to be laughed at) {Please excuse the ghetto....} Is to say the aformentioned statement. My sales associate today, upon seeing my newest hairstyle, which is very chic and clean, if I may say so myself, said "Why'd you go and chop your hair off?!" and he added a glare that could angrily shred ice. When my retort was a quite indignant, "You can't talk to me like that, that's just mean" He asked why I was so testy, added that HE liked girls with LONG hair, then proceeded to list reasons at my "sudden" and "Unprovoked" annoyance with his Person. First off, you've knownw me for a year and a half and you know you are not my type so you should know you preference makes no difference to me. Second point, if you are my father, my boyfriend or possible my brother, go on and say what you will, but if you barely know a b, back it up... My motto is if you raised me or you pay for me you can say anything you want, other than that , my hair is not your concern, daddy, so shut it.... Grr....
I think thats asll for now. I'm sure I have more but what will I write about tomorrow if all the livin' I've done has already been written?
Chew on that kids, I'll be back.
Oh if anyone knows anythig about the Philipines, email me, It's an emergency....
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
so i hope my readers don't see this as overstepping my bounds as a writer ( and hopefully as your friend?) but i need a favor. this favor may be the most important one of my life, please read closely and respond promptly for I become more and more desperate as the days go by. this is a dilemma of WMD importance, please read cautiously.
Here's the plot and the tragedy:
I have a car (plot, not tragedy.) I have a car and it's my first car and it's a piece (Using "piece" Here, I hope you, the reader surely understand that it is an abbreviation for a phrase {not suitable for the wee readers} that means bad, bolox, not-up-to-par, ect...) Again, pot not tragedy. The tragedy of my newest fortunate situation is that my newly acquired, not newly designed or desired car, is, in fact, nameless. Yes, I have a no-named car. Having adopted this car from it's previously owner who, no doubt treated it well (obvious by it's ripped interior, rust colored 16 year old paint job, neglected golf balls in the trunk and automatic window buttons that you must holw in your hand in order to operate) it has still arrived at my door step without a name. I want this new car to know how much I really love it. It is imperettive that it feels at home and loved.
The best name in the running is "sir lotty of the piece family, upper marlboro." While this name is fitting and certainly acceptable, I would like to run over a few choices with the said "Piece" in order to find the best for him/her.
Please help. I need you...
Here's the plot and the tragedy:
I have a car (plot, not tragedy.) I have a car and it's my first car and it's a piece (Using "piece" Here, I hope you, the reader surely understand that it is an abbreviation for a phrase {not suitable for the wee readers} that means bad, bolox, not-up-to-par, ect...) Again, pot not tragedy. The tragedy of my newest fortunate situation is that my newly acquired, not newly designed or desired car, is, in fact, nameless. Yes, I have a no-named car. Having adopted this car from it's previously owner who, no doubt treated it well (obvious by it's ripped interior, rust colored 16 year old paint job, neglected golf balls in the trunk and automatic window buttons that you must holw in your hand in order to operate) it has still arrived at my door step without a name. I want this new car to know how much I really love it. It is imperettive that it feels at home and loved.
The best name in the running is "sir lotty of the piece family, upper marlboro." While this name is fitting and certainly acceptable, I would like to run over a few choices with the said "Piece" in order to find the best for him/her.
Please help. I need you...
Monday, March 07, 2005
The one-l lama
He is a priest
The 2 l llama
He is a beast
And I will bet
A silk pajama
There isn't any
3 l lllama.
So yea.
Oh and one more thing...
If you have the time
To listen to me whine,
Then when reading this little ryhme
don't begrudge me love, be kind
Consider, for once, who I am
and be a friend, the best you can
To read is to choose
To leave is to lose
Loyalty you can't buy
Is awaiting any friend of mine.
He is a priest
The 2 l llama
He is a beast
And I will bet
A silk pajama
There isn't any
3 l lllama.
So yea.
Oh and one more thing...
If you have the time
To listen to me whine,
Then when reading this little ryhme
don't begrudge me love, be kind
Consider, for once, who I am
and be a friend, the best you can
To read is to choose
To leave is to lose
Loyalty you can't buy
Is awaiting any friend of mine.
Friday, March 04, 2005
Here's the cleanest window into my heart, O ye disbelievers and scorners, o yea of little faith and great condisencion...
Psalm 116
1I love the LORD, because he hath heard my voice and my supplications.
2Because he hath inclined his ear unto me, therefore will I call upon him as long as I live.
3The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
4Then called I upon the name of the LORD; O LORD, I beseech thee, deliver my soul.
5Gracious is the LORD, and righteous; yea, our God is merciful.
6The LORD preserveth the simple: I was brought low, and he helped me.
7Return unto thy rest, O my soul; for the LORD hath dealt bountifully with thee.
8For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.
9I will walk before the LORD in the land of the living.
10I believed, therefore have I spoken: I was greatly afflicted:
11I said in my haste, All men are liars.
12What shall I render unto the LORD for all his benefits toward me?
13I will take the cup of salvation, and call upon the name of the LORD.
14I will pay my vows unto the LORD now in the presence of all his people.
15Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.
16O LORD, truly I am thy servant; I am thy servant, and the son of thine handmaid: thou hast loosed my bonds.
17I will offer to thee the sacrifice of thanksgiving, and will call upon the name of the LORD.
18I will pay my vows unto the LORD now in the presence of all his people.
19In the courts of the LORD's house, in the midst of thee, O Jerusalem. Praise ye the LORD.
Prasie Ye the Lord Almighty, God of Heaven and Earth...
Psalm 116
1I love the LORD, because he hath heard my voice and my supplications.
2Because he hath inclined his ear unto me, therefore will I call upon him as long as I live.
3The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
4Then called I upon the name of the LORD; O LORD, I beseech thee, deliver my soul.
5Gracious is the LORD, and righteous; yea, our God is merciful.
6The LORD preserveth the simple: I was brought low, and he helped me.
7Return unto thy rest, O my soul; for the LORD hath dealt bountifully with thee.
8For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.
9I will walk before the LORD in the land of the living.
10I believed, therefore have I spoken: I was greatly afflicted:
11I said in my haste, All men are liars.
12What shall I render unto the LORD for all his benefits toward me?
13I will take the cup of salvation, and call upon the name of the LORD.
14I will pay my vows unto the LORD now in the presence of all his people.
15Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.
16O LORD, truly I am thy servant; I am thy servant, and the son of thine handmaid: thou hast loosed my bonds.
17I will offer to thee the sacrifice of thanksgiving, and will call upon the name of the LORD.
18I will pay my vows unto the LORD now in the presence of all his people.
19In the courts of the LORD's house, in the midst of thee, O Jerusalem. Praise ye the LORD.
Prasie Ye the Lord Almighty, God of Heaven and Earth...
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