Mary J. Blige - I'm Goin' Down

I just love this song. Not for any particular reason...I've just always loved Mary's voice and she KILLED this song. Sometimes I feel the need to take myself back and listen to some REAL music. Lately, I've been getting a little too used to this nonsense these so called "artists" have come up with these days. Currently listening to this on repeat....

Dog Days Are Over

If my dog days were over...
I'd kiss a midget and tell him I loved him.
I'd climb the highest mountain and dance 'til my feet went numb.
I'd dress up everyday just for the hell of it.
I'd move to another state with no plans on how I'd survive.
I'd smoke my cigarettes out of a gold cigarette holder.
I'd hop on a train and make friends with the engineer.
I'd fly to Paris and sit on top of the Eiffel Tower and dream.
I'd buy a chimpanzee and call her Zoey.
I'd finally look myself in the mirror and smile...
If my dog days were over.

Turkey Day Follow Up

So Thanksgiving is over, which means we are even closer to Christmas!!! (which I'm not even all that excited about) but oh well. I'm more excited about New Years than I am for Christmas. Is that bad? Not that I care what you think anyway, but I thought I'd ask for no apparent reason. I'm not even going to do the whole bullshit new year's resolution thing this year either. I fail every time. So I've decided to just give up. Plus, I think I like me the way I am. Finally. Why change?...

Although...I know QUITE a few people who should maybe start on a list for themselves. But I won't name any names.

My build-a-bear is smiling at me :) <----random, but I just looked up for a second and he was so cute.

Anyway, I kind of wish we had some type of Thanksgiving leftovers. That's the only sucky part about my mom NOT cooking on Thanksgiving. I sort of forgot the point in this blog, but...I aint got shit else to do and that's why my fingers are still in action. (still in action of typing, not for anything else) I promise. Freak.

Why do they call black friday black friday? <----random again. I know. And I really don't have any explanation for this random thought.

I wish I wasn't broke so I could buy good gifts this year, buuuuut....it's the thought that counts, right?? :D
I just hope nobody gets me a "thought that counts" gift :/
Although, the only thing I really want for Christmas is a tattoo. Well, a half sleeve. Which will take more than one sitting, but if I could do it in one sitting, I would. Oh...and some clothes would be nice...
I also need a pair of black ugg boots. And maybe some new brown ones too. But that's not as important as the black ones. Oh yea, and some jewelery and make-up too. I love make-up. And jewelery.
That's all though. I swear.

Is clear a color? Or is it just like..a non-color adjective?
...I guess you get it by now that I just have random thoughts at times.

I miss last night. I had fun. I'm glad I don't really get hangovers. I'm ready to do it all over again. Which I will. So I'm going to get ready now.
Peace. Love. & Hello Kitty.

Facebook Note. Nothing New.

(fist half was written on September 21, 2009 and second half was written on September 16, 2010....both were supposed "to be continued"...but i just combined the two together)

Another day, no more dollars
And to swallow the truth, is getting even harder.
Living hell on earth, full of pain, and left here to suffer
All the solutions in the world couldn't help me recover.
Growing up to die, dying to grow a failure
Trying to move forward, but there's always a barrier.
Judge me, hate me, kill me softly
Throw the names at me that they all have already called me.
You're wasting your time, wasted has been mine
I’m twisted the wrong side up, as a six is to a nine.
Rain has poured on me, the storm is slowly chasing
I'm running past demons who are smiling and waving.
My life you don't know, I keep it on the low
My heart is what my sleeve continues to hold…
As the waves crash down, my spirit seems to follow
The failure of yesterday and the darkness of tomorrow.
Freedom reigns, but not in this place
The greatness of my life gets harder to trace.
Numb emotionally, but I see the pain
The pictures of the past remain in my brain.
Yielding to disaster, as destruction flies by
Nothing to stop and answer the simple question "why."
Why my heart cries out to the seas
Why my spirit struggles to be free.
Why my eyes look right and my body goes left
Why every ruining of my life, my memory has kept....

BUT...