Tuesday, May 3, 2005

   Cocaine Cowgirl.. nobody knows
Ok… small things amuse small minds…. Granted the smaller minds sit and watch… but the stupidest thing made me feel better yesterday (aka Sunday cause I’m writing this Monday… blagh blagh blagh)… I was talking to my friend Afro Jones… and he was trying to make me feel better.. or figure out what was making me feel so bad to begin with… not like we don’t already know part of the answer to that…. But I was looking around for pictures… and I found something I’ve been looking for, for a long time…. Ok I’ve tried to make my own card scan… I think my scanner needs to be calibrated or something… cause my scan sucked… but I finally found one…. A high quality card scan… of wait for it… witty phantom….

My favourite…. *squeals like school girl*…. Ehem…none of that now….. I’m not rabid… anyway…. Almost automatically I felt better… just a little…. But by the end of the night I was feeling really good… It really isn’t stupid that the card scan made me feel better…. Its stupid that I had a friend trying to make me feel better and it didn’t work…. And I love talking to the Fro… one of my best friends… yeah….. but I feel so…. Grr at myself for that… but he was the cause of the extreme happiness at the end of the night…. So its not like he did nothing… good way to start the week…. *grins like a madman*…. I found my blow torch…. *holds up blowtorch* thought I had lost it… which would have been bad… cause Howee gave it to me as a present…. Well present is the wrong word…. It came in a box that I opened….. meh.. present is good enough… and blue eyes gave me a post…. So I can hit people with that…. I’m just building up a stock of weapons…. No sharp things though…. I seriously have an issue with knives and such…. More for my own safety than anybody else’s… my friend Rockybaby had a fake sword…. Still made of metal and such… but she wouldn’t let me take it out of the scabbard for fear I do some major damage to myself or somebody else…. Cause the sword really does not need to be that sharp to break an arm when swung the right way…. *evil gleam*…. I learnt that from Troy….. [ you know the extreme mood swings are just a bit scary….] what mood swings? [ ok granted you’re a girl… and have some reason to be all….. woooooooo *throws hands around*…. But you need to quit it….] quit what? [ yesterday you were ready to stare at the floor for minutes at a time…. Now your all buzzy happy again…. I think you need some serious mood stabilizers….] that’s what chocolate is for….. and I’m not buzzy happy… I’m just…. Better… besides.. to be completely honest…. I would prolly stare at the floor anyway… well not the floor… the stuff on the floor… anyway.. this is Monday morning… so I’m sure I will have a lot more to say tonight…. Heehee… screwy eh? Okays… still in a good mood….. phew…. I think I should time the damn mood swings…. I was reading the comments… they made me feel better to guys *hugs* thank you all so much for putting up with me…. Grrrr… was suppose to go swimming Tuesday…. But my friend decided she couldn’t wait that long…. *glares at razor* I would give it up if that wasn’t kinda gross….. *looks at legs*….. like I said… I really should not have sharp objects… not as bad as last time…. But….. grrrr….. yeah… I think I should not use razors anymore… once again… *hangs head* so very sorry for not getting to all the sites… I’ve just been a really bad friend lately… I get to some sites but not all…. I don’t deserve all of you guys… at least not right now… thanks so much *hugs* love you all… well I’m done for today… feel so much better…. See ya kats and kittens….
Sita
Only Ashes
Something Corporate
Piece by piece and bit by bit,
I'll break this down for you real slow.
But I can't whisper all of this,
And can't seem to let this go.

So watch the matches, turn to ashes,
I watch the matches, turn to ashes.

Well I can tell as you turn,
I smell the sulfur so clear.
And fire's a beautiful sound.
And the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear,
and ashes just fall to the ground.
Yeah we're only ashes.

Part by part and inch by inch,
You'll have your mile when it's through.
Incinerate what's left of this.
And tourch the part of me that's you.

So watch the matches, turn to ashes.

Well I can tell as you turn,
I smell the sulfur so clear.
And fire's a beautiful sound.
And the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear,
and ashes just fall to the ground.
Yeah we're only ashes.

Well I can tell as you turn,
I smell the sulfur so clear.
And fire's a beautiful sound.
And the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear,
and ashes just fall to the ground.
Yeah we're only ashes.
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