May 16, 2003 | This Life
My Darling Kathryn… Just a note to cheer you up. I have finally figured out what we should get as tattoos… are you ready for this? I think it would be perfect if we had tiaras… in fact… I think we should talk Rebecca, Cheryl and Aimee into it as well. (When I suggested this to C she thought it was perfect, although she is going to have hers tattooed on her gecko’s head.) Anyhow… this is the suggestion. We might have to kidnap Aimee and brand her against her will. But I think we could accomplish it. I really do. 
May 16, 2003 | This Life
OOOH… Aimee… I got Margarita Mix. It told me personally that it can’t wait to “get with” your tequila! Think we should hook them up sometime!
May 16, 2003 | Changes
~~It appears that Haloscan is down once again. I apologize to the millions of you just drooling to leave a comment. However, think of this as divine providence: you are now free to work on your Exegesis paper. 🙂
May 16, 2003 | This Life
To My Green Ghost…
Ok… so, maybe, sometimes, I send indirect little hints your way. I’m multi-valent that way… it always means more than one thing! So, as a small token to that raging EGO of yours…;) This is for you. No hidden agenda. Of course you know what this means??? Yep, that’s right… you have to stop lurking and at least comment.
Look at earth from outer space
Everyone must find a place
Give me time and give me space
Give me real, don’t give me fake
Give me strength, reserve control
Give me heart and give me soul
Give me time, give us a kiss
Tell me your own politik
Open up your eyes
Just open up your eyes
Give me one, cause one is best
In confusion, confidence
Give me peace of mind and trust
Don’t forget the rest of us
Give me strength, reserve control
Give me heart and give me soul
Wounds that heal and cracks that fix
Tell me your own politik
Open up your eyes
Just open up your eyes
And give me love over, love over, love over this, ahhh
Coldplay
May 16, 2003 | This Life
“Honestly OK”
I just want to feel safe in my own skin
I just want to be happy again
I just want to feel deep in my own world
but I’m so lonely I don’t even want to be with myself anymore
On a different day if I was safe in my own skin
then I wouldn’t feel so lost and so frightened
But this is today and I’m lost in my own skin
And I’m so lonely I don’t even want to be with myself anymore
I just want to feel safe in my own skin
I just want to be happy again
Dido
May 15, 2003 | This Life
And I got to be so far away
Oh don’t you see
All our memories, dreams and reflections
That keep haunting me
Well it’s down the road I go
And I hear those gypsy voices
Calling me
Way on down the road
Well I got to be
So far away in my memory
Dreams and reflections come on
Keep on back haunting me
~~ a little Van Morrison for the day
May 14, 2003 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
Well… it’s feast or famine in the comment department around here. Last night the feast looked more like gluttony. Which is probably why there are no comments today. We are all atoning for our sin. 😉
However… evidence of our gluttony was accidentally erased due to commenting error. In short, I erased a post not realizing that the original “sin” was attached to the post. So…What does this mean?
You are free to “sin” again, if you so choose.
If you choose to sin again, post on the comment option BELOW the post. Sorry for the error. It’s sad really, because I liked having a post with 36 comments. I thought it put a good face out there for all the lurkers. S i g h
May 14, 2003 | This Life
Wow… it’s already 11 my time. It’s be a thoroughly exhausting day. Not like I accomplished much work on the paper front, but exhausting none-the-less. I am TIRED. I should be in bed. But after last night’s dreams, I’m a little nervous to sleep.
While dreaming is a strong indication that you got a good night’s rest, can I just point out that it’s an exercise I could live without? It would have been so much better if somewhere in my DNA there was a strand that indicated “this unit does not need to dream… skip dreaming!” I mean, dreaming on a metaphorical level is fine… please, by all means “HAVE A DREAM”… Even me with NO ambition has a dream. But “dreaming” is a whole different reality, or sub-reality or altered reality. I can’t stand it. My usual way of coping is to not remember the dream. However, I’m under such stress that I am remembering things in graphic detail. I would like to take this opportunity to suggest to the powers in charge of dream land that I am beat and need a good night’s rest sans the strange and disturbing symbolic exchanges. I really don’t think that is too much to ask.
May 14, 2003 | This Life
UGH! Trying to post the “quotes”… however, I can’t manage the formating at this hour. Coffee first, I guess. In the meant time… here is what Rob had to say. I thought it was very appropriate considering it’s finals for me 😉
PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): You need the soul medicine that
only a wild place can provide. Civilized habits are eating away at
your instinct for happiness. The insidious taint of omnipresent
commercialism is infecting even your purest desires and noblest
ambitions. You owe it to your sanity, Pisces, to run away to a
power spot that is immune to human manipulation — a
sanctuary where nature is so big and free and intense it will
dissolve the petty obsessions your ego has gotten twisted up in.
What are you waiting for? Leave as soon as possible, and don’t
come back until you’re scoured clean.
**That sounds like a mandate for the Beach
May 13, 2003 | This Life
Ok… taking my “p-ness” to bed to dream of the beach now. S i g h
