tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38270555950261699552024-03-13T11:55:46.407-04:00Towards the UnknownMusic.Art.Poetry.Literature.<br>
Fashion.Culture.<br>
Love.LIFE.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-38053785739339711472009-10-28T11:59:00.003-04:002009-10-28T12:13:58.369-04:00Chivas*<em>You're not worth it babe;</em><br /><em>The trouble you bring, the noise you keep,</em><br /><em>And you don't even care.</em><br /><em>I'm so sick of you babe,</em><br /><em>Nights wasted, I'm through faking.</em><br /><em>You don't turn me on,</em><br /><em>You don't do anything at all.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Baby, I can't stand the sight of your face.</em><br /><em>Baby, I don't even want to hear your name.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Don't know what I saw, but I ain't seeing it now,</em><br /><em>Woke up this morning, bitterness in my mouth.</em><br /><em>Guess I fell too fast, guess I learned my lesson,</em><br /><em>So much for true love, I'll take the chivas instead.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>You're too high maintenance babe,</em><br /><em>All the time you spent trying to fit in,</em><br /><em>And no one even cares.</em><br /><em>It's so ridiculous babe,</em><br /><em>Watching you turn as I burn.</em><br /><em>It's like you're not even there.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Baby, don't you try and hold my hand.</em><br /><em>Maybe you should keep your eyes on your new girlfriend.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Don't know what I saw, but I ain't seeing it now,</em><br /><em>Woke up this morning, bitterness in my mouth.</em><br /><em>Guess I fell too fast, guess I learned my lesson,</em><br /><em>So much for true love, I'll take the chivas* instead</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I'll take the chivas* instead,</em><br /><em>Over your bed.</em><br /><em>It wasn't even good,</em><br /><em>Trust me.</em><br /><em>I must have been so, so, so, so lonely.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>You are crap,</em><br /><em>You should keep your eyes on your new little brat.</em><br /><em>It's hard not to look I know,</em><br /><em>I'm amazing.</em><br /><em>I love you chivas*.</em><br /><br /><strong>* Replace all instances of "chivas" with "tequila," and this song is golden.</strong><br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uHaEKbiEjoE&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uHaEKbiEjoE&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-44655351612813082402009-10-24T23:27:00.002-04:002009-10-24T23:30:28.295-04:00Believeif i wanted to believe,<br />if i wanted to be,<br />something more than the only<br />one you have,<br />one that you see...<br /><br />i could've spent some more time,<br />i could've given my mind,<br />i know i arrived<br />to the point,<br />but incomplete,<br />and that is more<br />than i've ever known.<br /><br />it's not going to be time,<br />you never could be mine,<br />so i'm standing back.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-73652197617721972512009-10-23T12:24:00.002-04:002009-10-23T12:32:01.013-04:00Broken<em>The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight,</em><br /><em>Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time.</em><br /><em>I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts.</em><br /><em>I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing,</em><br /><em>With a broken heart that's still beating.</em><br /><em>In the pain, there is healing,</em><br /><em>In your name I find meaning.</em><br /><em>So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on,</em><br /><em>I'm barely holdin' on to you.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head,</em><br /><em>I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead.</em><br /><em>I still see your reflection inside of my eyes,</em><br /><em>That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I'm hangin' on another day,</em><br /><em>Just to see what you throw my way.</em><br /><em>And I'm hanging on to the words you say,</em><br /><em>You said that I will be okay.</em><br /><em>The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone,</em><br /><em>I may have lost my way now, haven't forgotten my way home.</em><br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sSRg8CTc8m0&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sSRg8CTc8m0&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-50430464759146895242009-10-15T13:56:00.005-04:002009-10-15T14:34:14.866-04:00All About LondonI never thought I'd say, but I actually miss London.<br /><br />Yes. The city I thought I'd never miss, I am feeling deep pangs of longing for.<br /><br />The city where the transit system is a joke, where the street names are confounding (Sunnyside Drive to Sunnyside Crescent to Sunnyside Court), the people have an air of importance, the university students run the downtown bars and there is a whole lotta NUTHIN' goin' on.<br /><br />I miss it.<br /><br /><strong>The things I miss about London, in no particular order:</strong><br />- The fact that I can call a cab at 10:45 p.m., and take me downtown for about $15, in far less time than it would take me to even get to the subway station, let alone ride the subway somewhere.<br />- And if I wanted to, I could walk to the bar. (Although who the hell are we kidding, there's no way I would do that...)<br />- I can get poutine at 2 a.m., and then walk home from the bar eating it. Okay, I can get the food, then sit in a cab ride home eating it. Again, for $15! It would cost about $40-60 to take a cab home in Toronto, depending on what bar I'm going to.<br />- The lack of choice in bars. This both means I don't have to be choosey, and I'll probably see someone I know (for example, a certain namesake in the bathroom at T.J. Baxter's on a random Saturday night).<br />- Parking. How I miss the days of driving places in less than 15 minutes, and not having to promise my first-born child so I can park my damn car for ten minutes. Now the allure of a place is whether or not it has free parking ("That mall has free parking?! Well, what stores does it have? A Giant Tiger? Well, at least I can park for free!").<br />- The summer. All of the free festivals (which equals lemonade and food), as well as the UWO students departing, and being able to get into any bar, at any time. The city may be dead, but we have a kick-ass time drinking all the drinks those students would be drinking.<br />- And for that matter, Western. I can walk to class in under five minutes, instead of having to take some mass transit system, or run. And the campus really is beautiful, instead of some drab space crammed into a downtown block, where I can meet my classmates, as well as some hobos I'm sure.<br />- "Fashionable" Western girls. I don't know which is worse; the Ugg boots and TNA bags of the Western fashion elite, or the fake geek glasses and randomly coloured hair that is favoured by Toronto girls. Either way, it made for an amusing past-time on campus.<br />- Traffic. Well, the abscence of it. Honestly, why is there a traffic jam on the Don Valley parkway at 9:30 p.m. on a Thursday night? I just want a schwarma, dammit!<br />- SCHWARMAS! Everywhere. Two in White Oaks, a bunch downtown, and I can park for free and get my fix. Honestly, I would do anything for a good schwarma.<br />- Crowds on the subway. Move out of the damn way!<br />- The JLC. Okay, the ACC definitely gets better concerts (Justin, Britney, Madonna, Christina, Pink, to name a few), but it sure was nice to get the hell out of the concert at a decent hour (see Traffic). Oh, and not pay a ton for parking (see Parking). Everything just comes full circle, here...<br /><br /><strong>The things I like about Toronto, and where London is sadly lacking:</strong><br />- The subway (no, not the restaurant, but who doesn't love their meatball subs?!). I can take it anytime during the day, and wait only a few minutes for it arrive (you hear that 13 Wellington?! A few minutes, not every half-hour.), and then go all over the city. And on that note...<br />- The transit system in general. Again, you can get almost anywhere in the city. Sure, I'm not going to ride it for 90 minutes to get to airport, but it's the idea that I CAN which makes it so appealing.<br />- The lack of choice in bars. Seriously, if there's a line at my favourite bar, Thorny Devil, I'd probably go to Robinson Hall, and tempt the bouncers upstairs to let me in somehow. But other than that, I don't "do" waiting in line at bars. If there's a line, I'm probably out, and not likely going to hoof it somewhere else. And with all the Western students, good luck getting into anywhere good after 11:30 p.m. on a Friday/Saturday night.<br />- Creepy London boys. At least, compared to moderately well-dressed Toronto boys who usually don't greet me by staring at my breasts. And these are the guys at the bar who leer and attempt to dance with you when you aren't paying attention. Yes, they exist everywhere, but these boys are often small-towners, who just want to get married and procreate. No thanks.<br />- Vintage shops. So many, so little time.<br />- Not working in a job where my job description accounts for the fact that I will likely be yelled at, by people too incompetant to realize their electronic item won't turn on because they haven't hit the "power" button.<br />- Getting to wear jeans at work. Wearing jeans just about everywhere. Maybe I can finally use the 25+ pairs I own.<br />- The abscence of "Fashionable" Western girls. Instead I get mature students at Ryerson who wear penny loafers and sweater sets. And I'm in jeans (see above).<br /><br />I'm not sure if I'm missed anything.<br /><br />Either way, I do miss London, and most of all, miss all of the awesome people who live there. As I've said to some of you, "I live in Toronto, but I party in London!" While that may be true right now, I know I'll eventually stop coming back every weekend, and begin fully appreciating Toronto. And then who knows? I'll probably move somewhere else, and miss Toronto!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-26430034515437877252009-10-14T15:23:00.008-04:002010-04-22T14:55:33.142-04:00The TelephoneGreetings, folks. I'm here today to introduce you to a strange and new phenomenon that is sweeping the nation.<br /><br />It's called <em>the telephone.</em><br /><br />Now, this may not be a new concept to many of you. But to some, this strange, new object is extremely foreign, or so it would seem. Therefore, I will now explain:<br /><br /><strong>Do's and Don'ts of Telephone Etiquette:</strong><br /><strong>aka Don't Do What Johnny Don't Does</strong><br /><strong>or How to NOT Be a Moron On the Phone</strong><br /><br />- Whilst answering the telegrammophone, the following is proper procedure:<br /><br />*ring ring*<br />You: Hello?<br />Them: Hello...<br /><br />Other telephone greetings may include, but are not limited to;<br />"Simpson residence, Max Powers speaking."<br />"Greetings friend."<br />The Mr. Burns-approved favourite, "Ahoy-hoy."<br />"Good morning/afternoon."<br /><br />And my personal favourite,<br />"Hey bitch."<br />(Of course, this greeting is only to be used in conjunction with the novel feature of <em>Caller ID</em>, whereupon I am completely aware as to whom is calling me, and can therefore greet them as such. This is not to be used with one's mother, grandmother, or family of the like, unless that is the sort of relationship you have with them. In which case, congratulations.)<br /><br />- Once you have answered the phone, and completed your greeting, your caller is free to converse at will. If you are said caller, it should be known that cutting off the answerer of the telephone is impolite. The only reasons for you to do so, are as follows;<br /><br />You are female and you are in labour, in which case, time may be of the essence.<br /><br />You are in distress of some kind (your foot is caught in a bear-trap, or your beer goggles have worn off, and you need to get the hell out of wherever the hell you are), in which case time may also be of the essence.<br /><br />The following are innappropriate responses when the phone is answered:<br /><br />- Silence. Surely you have a reason for actively seeking a phone, picking up the receiver, dialing a number and waiting for someone to answer, and I'm sure it was not to <em>say nothing.</em> So speak. That is why you have a voice. Unless you gave it away to find some Prince you're apparently "in love" with, but let Hans Christian Anderson deal with that one.<br /><br />- Responding, "Hellooo??" in confusion. I spoke, now it's your turn. Say something intelligent, or I will hang up.<br /><br />- Hanging up. Now this is simply rude, especially when you call right back to do the same thing.<br /><br />- Interrupting the person's greeting. It's called taking turns; maybe you didn't learn it in elementary school, but a few episodes of Sesame Street should refresh your memory.<br /><br /><br />- There are two kinds of traps that can be created when you are speaking on the telephone with a person.<br /><br />1. Tanya Talks Too Much: This person likely lives alone, with at least one requisite cat, and will keep you speaking with her as long as she can. Well, as long as she can. Despite numerous attempts to convey that you have other, more pressing issues to attend to, she will just keep talking, much like an Energizer Bunny, who keeps going and going...<br /><br />2. Debbie Don't Interrupt: This chatterbox is even worse than the former, because she won't even let you get in a word. The second you answer the phone, she's running off on a tangent about her kids, her grandkids, their pets, what school they go to, her favourite place to shop, her favourite place to walk, the gossip from the home, which foods she can and cannot eat, what's wrong with the "yout's" of today, a funny story that happened on her way to pick up groceries, why the kid at the grocery store gave her the stink-eye, and didn't he know that he should respect his elders, and why don't you call me more often, don't you know I'm almost80andIwon'tbearoundmuchlonger (thank GOD). Don't even try to interrupt this type of caller; just mumble some sort of responses, and slowly place the receiver back on the hook, and continue about your business.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-44964653460737564532009-10-14T15:21:00.001-04:002009-10-14T15:22:37.425-04:00Good To You<em>Thought I saw a sign, somewhere between the lines.</em><br /><em>Maybe it's me, maybe I only see, what I want.</em><br /><em>But I still have your letter, to stock up between,</em><br /><em>Someone I just invented, and who I really am and who I've become.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>And I do want you know I hold you up above everyone.</em><br /><em>And I do want you know I think you'd be good to me</em><br /><em>And I'd be so good to you.</em><br /><em>You bring me higher.</em><br /><em>Yeah, </em><em>I would.</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-36650640121830468232009-10-14T15:14:00.000-04:002009-10-14T15:18:24.520-04:00Undone<em>Take our pictures off the walls tonight;</em><br /><em>I don't wanna see you no more.</em><br /><em>I don't wanna feel you no more.<br />Take our memories, throw them all aside;</em><br /><em>I hope you finally get what you want,</em><br /><em>Now you know...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I didn't wanna live without you,</em><br /><em>I didn't wanna love without you,</em><br /><em>I used to think I'd die without you,</em><br /><em>Now it's killing me,</em><br /><em>That we can be undone.</em><br /><br /><em>You're talking now and I'm hearin', </em><br /><em>Everything that you say,</em><br /><em>And I'm holding on, is a real phrase,</em><br /><em>And it's dragging me along to my grave, </em><br /><em>It's dragging me to my grave.</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-47549339033573988712009-10-08T10:45:00.001-04:002009-10-08T10:45:53.685-04:00Me & My GirlMe and my girl, we're like the modern day Bonnie and Clyde.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-11760083183208563592009-10-06T21:23:00.002-04:002009-10-06T21:24:25.970-04:00LifeWell, that's what life is.<br />You get the wind knocked out of you time after time, but you just won't quit, because you don't wanna stop playing the game.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-26712289669633211742009-09-18T09:21:00.003-04:002009-09-29T20:28:18.216-04:00Alpha MalesI have been reading a lot regarding much in the world of "Alpha Males" lately.<br /><br />In dicussions with female friends, I have ascertained that the majority of them and myself have realized that the idea of the Alpha Males seems to be going out the window as of late.<br /><br />The Alpha Male would be described as strong, powerful men - the kind you see in power-suits, walking to work with a BlackBerry glued to their ear. The kind of man who is not afraid to make the first move. He knows what he wants and he gets it. Every. Time.<br /><br />Why is it then that every guy I've ever dated/hooked up with, has NOT made the first move? That's right - <b>Every. Guy.</b><br /><br />And I know I'm not the only one. Girlfriends have been telling me this for ages - guys do not make the first move.<br /><br />You could argue that it's endearing. It's nice that these guys are trying to be gentlemen. Maybe they're just dense, and don't realize that it's okay to make a move unless you explicitly tell them. But I'm also one to enjoy when a guy makes the first move, even though I haven't had many chances to experience it. Because guys just don't.<br /><br />I can be shy too, especially because guys can be tricky, and you never really do know if someone is interested unless they tell you, or drop two tonne hints. But I'm also one who doesn't beat around the bush. I'm the type of person who will give every hint in my arsenal, but eventually just come out and ask, <i>Are you <b>ever</b> going to make a move?</i><br /><br />It usually takes some courage on my part to do that (liquid, medicinal, or the old fashioned cowardly lion kind). If I can do it, why can't men? They're supposed to be stronger of the species (physically at least - I'm not convinced on mentally).<br /><br />Maybe they're shy. Maybe they're immature. Maybe it's an issue of self-confidence.<br /><br />Where have all the Alpha Men gone?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-70118550502505212862009-06-22T12:09:00.003-04:002009-06-22T12:13:55.190-04:00Something for your mind...Something for your mind...<br />Something for your mind, your body and your soul.<br />It's the power to arouse curiosity,<br />The purpose, the goal which one acts on.<br />A journey of force, hot like the sun and wet like the rain.<br />Rythmatic movements in unison with others,<br />Prolonged in acts of Sensation with no limits or boundaries.<br /><br />Eternity has passed.<br />Wrong is right.<br />It's the point of greatest intensity.<br />Pleasure of the highest sense.<br />Feelings of warmth and security.<br /><br />Willing and unwilling sensations of the mind.<br />The condition, the pulsing, the ultimate seduction.<br />Something for your mind...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-12906448789194785042009-05-06T17:13:00.001-04:002009-05-06T17:16:52.770-04:00My Lucky Day<em>In the room where fortune falls,</em><br /><em>On a day when chance is all,</em><br /><em>In the dark of fierce exile,</em><br /><em>I felt the grace of your smile.</em><br /><em></em><br /><strong><em>Honey, you're my lucky day.</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Baby, you're my lucky day.</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Well I lost all the other bets I made,</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Honey, you're my lucky day.</em></strong><br /><em></em><br /><em>When I see strong hearts give way </em><br /><em>To the burdens of the day,</em><br /><em>To the weary hands of time,</em><br /><em>Where fortune is not kind. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I've waited at your side,</em><br /><em>I've carried the tears you've cried.</em><br /><em>But to win, darlin' we must play,</em><br /><em>So don't hide your heart away.</em><br /><br /><object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/41dBI_FJBu0&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/41dBI_FJBu0&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-69791743125768067672009-04-28T20:13:00.003-04:002009-04-28T20:19:15.553-04:00Dog Days<em>Happiness, it hurt like a train on a track,<br />Coming towards her, stuck still no turning back.<br />She hid around corners and she hid under beds,<br />She killed it with kisses and from it she fled.<br />With every bubble she sank with a drink<br />And washed it away down the kitchen sink.<br /><br />The dog days are over,<br />The dog days are done.<br />The horses are coming so you better run.<br /><br />Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father,<br />Run for your children and your sisters and brothers.<br />Leave all your love and your loving behind you,<br />Can’t carry it with you if you want to survive.<br /><br />The dog days are over,<br />The dog days are gone.<br />Can you hear the horses, 'cause here they come.<br /><br />And I never wanted anything from you,<br />Except everything you had and what was left after that too.<br /><br />Happiness it hurt like a bullet in the mind,<br />Stuck them up drainpipes by someone who should know better than that.<br /><br />The dog days are over,<br />The dog days are gone.<br />Can you hear the horses, 'cause here they come.<br /><br />Run fast for your mother and fast for your father,<br />Run for your children for your sisters and brothers.<br />Leave all your love and your loving behind you,<br />Can’t carry it with you if you want to survive.<br /><br />The dog days are over,<br />The dog days are gone.<br />Can you hear the horses, 'cause here they come.<br /><br /></em><br /><object height="285" width="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nP_jsy6Trrc&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nP_jsy6Trrc&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-22532458652065989222009-04-21T10:43:00.002-04:002009-04-21T10:49:54.987-04:00Rearview<em>I use to tell myself that you would wait.</em><br /><em>I borrowed time for two and I twisted fate.</em><br /><em>I left us floating in the air for wind to hold on to.</em><br /><em>It let me down, it let you go.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I drive around like everything's okay,</em><br /><em>And I feel the lightning in our own mistakes.</em><br /><em>And I was gonna tell you I wish all our wrongs could be right - </em><br /><em>I'm too late.</em><br /><em>I looked in my rearview,</em><br /><em>And now I don't see you.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Sometimes the things you want are hard to take,</em><br /><em>Sometimes the ones you love are risks you don't make, yeah.</em><br /><em>The dust has settled into nothingness,</em><br /><em>And I yearn for yesterday.</em><br /><em>Just look around, I'm still the same. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>So many things that we didn't say,</em><br /><em>So many reasons the world's not the same.</em><br /><em>Oh, it's not the same.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I drive around like nothing's here has changed,</em><br /><em>But I know the sky has one more cloud to break.</em><br /><em>And I was gonna tell you I wish all our wrongs could be right - </em><br /><em>I'm too late.</em><br /><em>I looked in my rearview,</em><br /><em>And now I don't see you </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I used to tell myself </em><br /><em>That you would wait.</em><br /><em></em><br /><object height="285" width="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/24g7rVQgub8&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/24g7rVQgub8&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-44681845147289458012009-04-18T19:27:00.002-04:002009-04-18T19:29:46.223-04:00BirthdayShort and sweet:<br /><br />Birthday wishes to one of the most incredible people in my life.<br />I adore you and words simply cannot tell you how much you mean to me, today and always.<br />Happy Birthday bella.<br /><br />ILU<br /><3Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-64970120782275863122009-04-16T12:06:00.004-04:002009-04-16T12:53:21.022-04:00Devil Wouldn't Recognize You<em>As quiet as it is tonight you almost think you were safe.<br />Your eyes are full of surprises, they cannot predict my fate.<br />Waiting underneath the stars, there's something you should know,<br />The angels they surround my heart telling me to let you go.<br /><br />I barely couldn't,</em><br /><em>I barely couldn't recognize.</em><br /><em>But I played right into it,</em><br /><em>Who am I to criticize?</em><br /><em>Somehow I'll get through it</em><br /><em>And you won't even realize</em><br /><em>Falling through your own disguise</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>It's like over and over,</em><br /><em>You're pushing me right down to the floor,</em><br /><em>I should just walk away.</em><br /><em>Over and over,</em><br /><em>I keep on coming back for more,</em><br /><em>I play into your fantasy.</em><br /><em>Now that it's over,</em><br /><em>You can lie to me right through your smile,</em><br /><em>I see behind your eyes.</em><br /><em>Now I'm sober, </em><br /><em>No more intoxicating my mind.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Even the devil wouldn't recognize you, but I do.</em><br /><em>Even the devil wouldn't recognize you, but I do.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>You almost fooled yourself this time, let all the saints be praised.</em><br /><em>You hide your sadness behind your smile and you keep your lost heart braced.</em><br /><em>The steps that edge along the ledge is much higher than it seems.</em><br /><em>But I've been on that ledge before, you can't hide yourself from me.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>It's like over and over,<br />You're pushing me right down to the floor,<br />I should just walk away.<br />Over and over,<br />I keep on coming back for more,<br />I play into your fantasy.<br />Now that it's over,<br />You can lie to me right through your smile,<br />I see behind your eyes.<br />Now I'm sober,<br />No more intoxicating my mind.<br /><br />Even the devil wouldn't recognize you, but I do.<br />Even the devil wouldn't recognize you, but I do.</em><br /><em></em><br /><object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwZmO6_nBY4&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwZmO6_nBY4&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></objectUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-2873533103392335082009-04-09T13:03:00.003-04:002009-04-09T13:11:03.855-04:00Dancing Shoes<p><em>It's so nice to see you.<br />Can we sit and talk for a while?<br />I have searched forever,<br />I can't imagine anything better.<br /><br />Kids upon the stairway,<br />Couples on the sidewalk squares.<br />If I get to your heart soon,<br />I'll call a perfect afternoon.<br /><br />Won't you call my number.<br />Don't push, but don't hesitate.<br />Wake me from this slumber.<br />Rush me, but leave time to wait.<br /><br />Checkmate on my shoulder.<br />I'm tired of this win or lose.<br />Well, I'm no knight in shining armor,<br />But I'm no pair of dancin' shoes.<br /><br />My patience ran away.<br />Take me with you.<br />You keep me holding on.<br />Nothin's understood,<br />You're so confusing,<br />Tell it to me straight.</em></p><p><em>Won't you call my number.<br />Don't push, but don't hesitate.<br />Wake me from this slumber.<br />Rush me, but leave time to wait.<br /><br />Rush me but leave time to wait.<br />I got nothin' left to lose,<br />But I'm no pair of dancin' shoes.</em></p><object height="265" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qV9mMNoJl4A&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qV9mMNoJl4A&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-26822837530247036772009-04-07T23:13:00.002-04:002009-04-07T23:16:40.162-04:00PhoneWalking across campus tonight to my car, I couldn't find my keys. I started to shake my bag furiously, to attempt to locate the jingling of my keys, inside my massive purse (which contained my wallet, a book, numerous tissues, a chocolate bar, lip gloss, my phone and the elusive keys).<br /><br />During my crazy shaking-of-my-large-purse, my phone became dislodged and went flying across the concrete, hitting the ground so hard that the battery door flew off.<br /><br />I then screeched like a crazy person.<br /><br />I think I frightened the people standing nearby.<br /><br />And they may have laughed at me.<br /><br />Either way, the important matter of this story is that:<br />1. My phone is okay (thank jeebus)<br />2. I attended my last class at Western tonight. Without much fanfare.<br /><br />Doesn't feel like four years are over...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-83095298655136858682009-04-07T21:07:00.002-04:002009-04-07T21:12:35.712-04:00Article: "Why I'm Alone" by Lea LaneAn <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lea-lane/why-im-alone_b_177398.html">article</a> printed in the Huffington Post, titled "Why I'm Alone." Some of my favourite reasons:<br /><br /><em>People ask me why I'm still alone, and why I don't seek to date much, eight years after my husband died. I thought about it the other day, and came up with a few of the reasons.<br />I'm alone because:<br /><br />... I find myself sitting in front of the computer, and three hours later I look up and the sun is down and it's too late to ask someone to go out to dinner, so I spread some cream cheese and mild salsa on wheat crackers and watch Olbermann. And I'm fine with it.<br /><br />... I sometimes like it, so I won't go out and beat the bushes for some nice-enough fellow who belches so loud I jump and doesn't listen and who doesn't make me smile enough to put up with strange noises and indifference.<br /><br />... I'm now used to getting up when I want and drinking from the juice bottles and not shaving my legs and leaving dishes from the night before on my bed and getting up at 3am and seeing a movie and going back to bed at 5am and not hearing a word of scorn, and not that many people can deal with that kind of thing.<br /><br />... I appreciate solitude.<br /><br />... I can scratch my own itches.<br /><br />... it's peaceful.<br /><br />... I have friends who laugh and go out to concerts and play Scrabble and keep me occupied when I want to go out and we seem to laugh more than our married friends and we even look happier, even if we aren't, but I suspect we might be, at least more so than many.<br /><br /></em><em><strong>... I'm independent and outspoken and most men don't much care for women who debate them and who don't hope to get married and cook for them.<br /></strong><br />... I don't want to be a nurse for the men who still run after me, who can't even run.<br /><br />... I don't want my heart broken again. Ever.<br /><br />... I don't find it easy to trust.<br /><br />... my memories and dreams are often X-rated and I can return to them when I want a thrill.<br /><br />... I'm comfortable in my skin.<br /><br /><strong>... you're more alone in an unhappy relationship than you really ever are without a relationship at all.</strong><br /><br />... my friends don't introduce me to anyone anymore because they know that unlike some women my age who settle, I want a bit more than "mammal" on my wish list.<br /><br />... life doesn't always wind up the way you expect it to, and you roll with it.<br /><br /></em><em><strong>... I choose to be.<br /><br />... I'm able to be.</strong><br /></em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-24146525857614376382009-04-06T17:51:00.002-04:002009-04-06T17:53:53.243-04:00Female PowersLindsay: Still waiting for a drink?<br /><br />Man friend: Yeah. The bartender looked right at me, then served someone else.<br /><br />Lindsay: I'll help.<br /><br />*leans over bar and smiles*<br /><br />*two bartenders appear*<br /><br />Bartender: What would you like?<br /><br />Works every time...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-85945623716354851732009-04-03T12:10:00.004-04:002009-04-03T12:26:14.386-04:00Brand NewSmile,<br />We're seating you among the brave, new and proud<br />The new kids who hang around here, on the block,<br />With their brand new paper-bag tees,<br />Who don't know how to be anything other<br />Than<br />Amazing.<br /><br />You're going to be the one to confront<br />Everyone.<br />Sun coming up while you try to survive:<br />"It ain't gonna be easy, kid."<br />You have no idea.<br /><br />When you don't know how,<br />Just turn off the lights,<br />But don't shut the door.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-40533518618669779922009-04-03T12:03:00.005-04:002009-04-03T12:24:15.547-04:00Temporary TattoosVitamin 8, kick texture out for total, ever to-date.<br /><br />He mentioned my having disappeared... Oops<br />In addition to too much social in a row.<br />Then I go out into mass heat to look for bird-thing.<br />No worries, I assure you we will locate a drunkard,<br />Wouldn't that be a day?<br /><br />The don't-tell policy is not gonna fly -<br />Literally yours.<br />He was one of these guys who integrates "cold" into his writing,<br />And everyone said, "But of the human kind,<br />Eyes on the dog, ticketing a nice dog."<br /><br />Demons be gone.<br />Thursdays at least part of the same week we are in.<br />My ostensible impodus,<br />You might have to draw me a picture on a bar napkin<br />So I get it.<br />Plural becuase I am going to predict,<br />Match-to-letters,<br />Except you would order the sounds,<br />They are crowded<br />As are most good things.<br /><br />My clock is close<br />Disease - I guess I shouldn't share?<br />But then it would've been a dog-less trip.<br /><br />I don't suppose there's any chance you'd be willing to snap a photo of yourself right now for me?<br />Whatever that means.<br />I was agitated even before the super-clever.<br />I dreamt of a dollbox which keeps getting worse.<br />We are giving each other temporary tattoos, accidentaly -<br />You smell like ketchup.<br /><br /><br /><p>10 am.<br />I lay in my bed, shoeless and in doorway.<br />I look back in my head - How did they get there?<br />I drove. I can drive.<br />The machines are in my head; they are making something new - all bets.<br />I think you said, I remember it being in a present tense, ha ha.<br />Which is, I guess, the thing.<br />It often isn't coerced by intention.<br />I was prepared to deflect on the fly.<br /><br />I put the cigarette out, shut the lights, and went to bed to the sounds of dirty.<br />Almost went to sleep in my dress, shoes and all the rest,<br />Under window panes in pool-like, gentle spin.<br />Sun coming up on red-brick buildings, thinking of the view I used to have<br />Of the silver lakes, mountains, Hollywood sign.<br /><br />Here equals signs of life, relief.<br />When repression becomes survival,<br />And high becomes crash.<br />When insanity becomes ruler,<br />Becomes outside.</p><p>When repression becomes survival,<br />And high becomes crash.<br />When insanity becomes ruler,<br />Becomes outside.<br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-47629504755974052172009-04-01T23:46:00.003-04:002009-04-01T23:50:23.300-04:00Set the Fire to the Third Bar<em>I find the map and draw a straight line,</em><br /><em>Over rivers, farms, and state lines,</em><br /><em>The distance from 'A' to where you'd 'B,'</em><br /><em>It's only finger-lengths that I see.</em><br /><em>I touch the place where I'd find your face.</em><br /><em>My finger in creases of distant dark places</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I hang my coat up in the first bar,</em><br /><em>There is no peace that I've found so far.</em><br /><em>The laughter penetrates my silence,</em><br /><em>As drunken men find flaws in science.</em><br /><strong><em>Their words mostly noises,</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Ghosts with just voices.</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Your words in my memory,</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Are like music to me.</em></strong><br /><em></em><br /><em>I'm miles from where you are.<br />I lay down on the cold ground.<br />I pray that something picks me up,<br />And sets me down in your warm arms.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>After I have travelled so far,</em><br /><em>We'd set the fire to the third bar.</em><br /><em>We'd share each other like an island,</em><br /><em>Until exhausted, close our eyelids.</em><br /><em>And dreaming, pick up from</em><br /><em>The last place we left off.</em><br /><em>Your soft skin is weeping,</em><br /><em>A joy you can't keep in.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I'm miles from where you are.<br />I lay down on the cold ground.<br />I pray that something picks me up,<br />And sets me down in your warm arms.</em><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ReD-7x6k4Go&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ReD-7x6k4Go&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-39240982085509395352009-03-20T15:43:00.002-04:002009-03-20T16:24:27.513-04:00GymNote to self: begin working out in the main gym as opposed to the women's only section. It is much more motivating to look at deliciously sculpted eye candy, as opposed to fat, sweaty old ladies.<br /><br />Other note to self: four-times-a-week gym excursions are treating your legs and tush very well. Keep up the good work - those jeans look faboosh.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827055595026169955.post-47185926017723874512009-03-16T22:39:00.001-04:002009-03-16T22:41:20.193-04:00Sports<em>DDG:</em> Did I tell you about my brother and his sports?<br /><br /><em>Lindsay:</em> Sports... ?<br /><br /><em>DDG:</em> Well, it's like basketball, only gay-er.<br /><br /><em>Lindsay: </em>I... don't even know how to respond to that.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1