
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Killing Me Softly
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Possibly Maybe
"your flirt finds me out
teases the crack in me
smittens me with hope
possibly maybe probably love
as much as i definitely enjoy solitude
i wouldn't mind perhaps
spending little time with you
sometimes
sometimes
possibly maybe probably love
uncertainly excites me
baby
who knows what's going to happen?
lottery or car crash
or you'll join a cult
possibly maybe probably love
mon petit vulcan
you're eruptions and disasters
i keep calm
admiring your lava
i keep calm
possibly maybe probably love
electric shocks?
i love them!
with you dozen a day
but after a while I wonder
where's that love you promised me?
possibly maybe probably love
how can you offer me love like that?
my heart's burned
how can you offer mer love like that?
i'm exhaused
leave me alone
possibly maybe probably love
since we broke up
i'm using lipstick again
i'll suck my tongue
as a remembrance of you"
-Possibly Maybe, Bjork
I Bite My Lip in Remembrance of You
The Pleasure Is All Mine
Yes, i do plan on eating all of those frogs. So take a flying leap!
Dream Confirmation:
-moving home is NOT a good idea
-moving in with gf IS a good idea
-temporary to moving out of province
Mim said it would happen- didnt believe her until now.
And thine said on to me:
-write- or die
-paint- or die
-run- or.. well, you get the picture.
Wow.. so what else is there.
Oh ya, the other dream.
I really feel bad for her, but wish her the best.
When your best friends are a pack of sharks... there isnt much room to swim.
But CELEBRATE.
All is not lost, and there will be a happily ever after.
Monday, April 23, 2007
There's Something Deep Inside, that's telling you that love is so much more. This is just a man's world.
I'm bum'ed.
And not cuz I've been sitting on my bum for so long.
*Deep Breath*
OK.. so a couple of weeks ago one of my fish got sick.
It was "mean-orange-silver-male".
He was always kind of a prick, always pushing the other fishies around.
but still... he didn't deserve the pain.
He got pop-eye... and little did i know this actually entails a fishes's eye popping out.
I medicated ardently to no avail... the eye was one day just.. gone.
Thereafter he was called "one-eye".
Seriously, though. It sucks.
And what can you??
I guess some people kill their fish when things like this happen.
But i couldn't, I'm ashamed, but i was too weak to kill him.
Mr. T wouldn't even kill him for me... he thought we should let the little guy die of natural causes.
So he swam around... disoriented and one-eyed for about a week.
He put up a good fight, and at one point I thought he would even prevail and adapt to the challenge of his new handicap.
But no..
Today he was really weak.. he was barely swimming at all.
And when i went to feed them... he was gone.
I know I'm a freak and it's a fish- but it was painful to flush him.
I'd been taking care of him for more than a year... and to terminate this relationship with the finality of a "ceremonious" flush... well that seems so crass.
Anyways....C'est la vie... et la vie efin, pour lui au meme, est fini.
RIP One-Eyed.