Thursday, November 03, 2005
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
....
It's hard to believe
how many times I've watched him
tear it all down and start over again.
He's afraid of success if he might have to share in the glory.
"Did you have a nice trip?"
she asked with a knowing look in her eye.
The answer falls the same way the question fails to convey what's really going on.
There's a girl with a drink in her hand
who screams "I'm wasting away"
but they all raise their glasses, "Salut"
and pretend not to see it.
He stripped his life of everything
in the name of freedom
Now he slips back into the same pair of comfortable shoes
and calls them new and claims to be happy.
She fears what happens next
after love and after death
she shakes and anticipates disappointment
There's an emptiness that comes with the rain.
how many times I've watched him
tear it all down and start over again.
He's afraid of success if he might have to share in the glory.
"Did you have a nice trip?"
she asked with a knowing look in her eye.
The answer falls the same way the question fails to convey what's really going on.
There's a girl with a drink in her hand
who screams "I'm wasting away"
but they all raise their glasses, "Salut"
and pretend not to see it.
He stripped his life of everything
in the name of freedom
Now he slips back into the same pair of comfortable shoes
and calls them new and claims to be happy.
She fears what happens next
after love and after death
she shakes and anticipates disappointment
There's an emptiness that comes with the rain.
Monday, October 31, 2005
Things that make me happy
pretty eyes that smile
thrift store treasures
freshly dyed hair
foot rubs/ back rubs from my honey
those little match boxes with wooden match sticks in them
music with great hooks
singers with soul
fun time with my daughter
manis and pedis
warm fuzzy kitties
good friends who sleep like dead people and don't steal the blankets
flirting with pretty boys to pass the time
scents that remind me of people
the day he comes home
Brach's cinnamon bears
pears, cheese and good red wine
songs that understand
movies that make me cry
music boxes that play haunting melodies
being on the list
free CD's in the mail
overnight trips to random places
trick or treating with my girl
perfect text messages
feeling like I made a difference
unraveling a mystery
keeping a secret
feeling loved
thrift store treasures
freshly dyed hair
foot rubs/ back rubs from my honey
those little match boxes with wooden match sticks in them
music with great hooks
singers with soul
fun time with my daughter
manis and pedis
warm fuzzy kitties
good friends who sleep like dead people and don't steal the blankets
flirting with pretty boys to pass the time
scents that remind me of people
the day he comes home
Brach's cinnamon bears
pears, cheese and good red wine
songs that understand
movies that make me cry
music boxes that play haunting melodies
being on the list
free CD's in the mail
overnight trips to random places
trick or treating with my girl
perfect text messages
feeling like I made a difference
unraveling a mystery
keeping a secret
feeling loved
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Let me be someone else for just one night and we will go to many parties...
Last night it was the Jell-O shots that did me in. Jell-O shots? What am I 18? But they were yummy so I don’t care.
I got to see one of my favorite bits of local eye candy, so that was cool. Britney and I chatted up a dirty ninja who's wet suit left little to the imagination. I was refered to as "Number One" all night. I think I looked more like a trekki with huge hair. Photos to follow.
I shot a girl in the butt with a sticky dart and turned L Ron Hubbard into my own personal dart board. I hit Tom Cruise a few times. I drank PBR (Again what am I 18?!?!)
Creepy Russian guy tried to feel me up. He was about to get slapped when Ben Lashes called him over and I managed to escape without physically hurting anyone. Thanks for the interference.
I got told about 3 times I "Looked great for my age" WTF??? Don't ask me how old I am if you are going to follow it with that sort of comment. I know you think it is sweet but I think it makes me sound old which I am not.
My head aches this morning (or afternoon) whatever you want to call it. I need at least three days to recover, someone call my office and let them know.
I can't wait to see L Ron Hubbard's pictures!
I got to see one of my favorite bits of local eye candy, so that was cool. Britney and I chatted up a dirty ninja who's wet suit left little to the imagination. I was refered to as "Number One" all night. I think I looked more like a trekki with huge hair. Photos to follow.
I shot a girl in the butt with a sticky dart and turned L Ron Hubbard into my own personal dart board. I hit Tom Cruise a few times. I drank PBR (Again what am I 18?!?!)
Creepy Russian guy tried to feel me up. He was about to get slapped when Ben Lashes called him over and I managed to escape without physically hurting anyone. Thanks for the interference.
I got told about 3 times I "Looked great for my age" WTF??? Don't ask me how old I am if you are going to follow it with that sort of comment. I know you think it is sweet but I think it makes me sound old which I am not.
My head aches this morning (or afternoon) whatever you want to call it. I need at least three days to recover, someone call my office and let them know.
I can't wait to see L Ron Hubbard's pictures!
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