jynxxxedangel

Listening to music, checking e-mails, and trying to figure out what I'm wearing to CC tonight.

I figured, with a handle such as yours.. *hug*

Leaving for the store to get more potent potables and combustibles.

Music Is My Hot Hot Sex, by CSS clicky here From all the drugs the one I like more is music From all the junks the one I need more is music From all the boys the one I take home is music From all the ladies the one I kiss is music (muah!) Music is my boyfriend Music is my girlfriend Music is my dead end Music is my imaginary friend Music is my brother Music is my great-grand-daughter Music is my sister Music is my favorite mistress From all the shit the one I gotta buy is music From all the jobs the one I choose is music From all the drinks the one I get drunk of music From all the bitches the one I wannabe is music Music is my beach house Music is my hometown Music is my kingsize bed Music is where I meet my friends Music is my hot hot bath Music is my hot hot sex Music is my back rub My music is where I'd like you to touch Claro-que-sim Fui escoteira-mirim Direto da escola, não Não ia cheirar cola Nem basquete, pebolim O que eu gosto não é de graça O que gosto não é farsa Tem guitarra, bateria, computador saindo som Alguns dizem que mais alto que um furacão (rhéum) Perto dele eu podia sentir Saía de seu olho e chegava em mim Sentada do seu lado Eu queria encostar Faria o tigela até o sol raiar Debaixo do lençol Ele gemia em ré bemol Fiquei tensa Mas tava tudo bem (tudo bem) Ele é fodão, mas eu sei que eu sou também Ele é fodão, mas eu sei que eu sou também Ele é fodão, mas eu sei que eu sou também Ele é fodão, mas eu sei que eu sou também Ele é fodão, mas eu sei que eu sou também

Ava Adore, by the Smashing Pumpkins

Thinking about firing up the grill, and making some chicken and baked potatoes.

Laser skin resurfacing, and dental implants would be my choices of procedures. Nothing too drastic. I will remain as young-looking as my pocketbook permits. Call me vain, but I cannot bear the thought of everything heading south, without fighting the good fight. P.S. I could use a bit of Botox, too. The "divorce line" I've had for a couple years now is getting deeper.

Here's something I just came up with off the cuff. I think my writer's block is finally GONE! Hope you like: Should I retreat deeper into myself, into you, or into dust? Shall I open myself up, like a spent rose? To be thrown into a grave, gathering must; Or slowly dried to a husk in the sun? My petals are dropping, one by one. So poignant is this charnel flower; so red, it burns like broken faith. Do you see deep into its heart of crimson? Can you see me within, resisting decay, Amidst the shadows of the withering fleur? The vibrant center of a corrupted treasure. Pluck me from my prison of dying leaves and bloom, And press me into your shadowy tome.

Is TOO FUNNY!

Is seldom free..

Looking at costume and wig sites for Hallowe'en goodies. There sure are a lot of neat things I could buy! I'm wondering if this coffee I drank earlier is ever going to wear off. *frowns*

Petting my big red cat, and watching "Grandma's Boy." Thinking about lots of things, including how I shall pay the remainder of my bills, and what I shall wear to CC on Saturday night.

A beige t-shirt that says, "IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME," a silver Zuni squash blossom cuff bracelet, and nothing else.

Summer In The City, by The Lovin' Spoonful Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn't it a pity Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city All around, people looking half-dead Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a matchhead But at night it's a different world Go out and find a girl Come on-come on, and dance all night Despite the heat it'll be alright And babe, don't you know it's a pity That the days can't be like the nights In the summer, in the city In the summer, in the city Cool town, evening in the city Dressing so fine and looking so pretty Cool cat, looking for a kitty Gonna look in every corner of the city 'Til I'm wheezing like a bus stop Running up the stairs, gonna meet you on the rooftop But at night it's a different world Go out and find a girl Come on-come on, and dance all night Despite the heat it'll be alright And babe, don't you know it's a pity That the days can't be like the nights In the summer, in the city In the summer, in the city

I WAS wearing a chintz 1950's swing dress, with a bustier, rumba pants, and two full crinolines underneath. Then I went out and ran some errands, and nearly sweated my life out. Now, I'm wearing absolutely NOTHING and sitting in front of my AC unit.. It's too feckin' HOT for fussy, itchy crinolines today!

Getting ready to head to The Farm Grill, to pick up the Lebanese food I ordered.

I've had a terrible fixation with Steve Vai for many years.. 'Nuff said. : Steve Vai--Little Wing

Supernova, by Liz Phair http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZANzRwqgDQY I have looked all over the place But you have got my favorite face Your eyelashes sparkle like gilded grass And your lips are sweet and slippery like a cherub's bare wet ass 'Cause you're a human supernova A solar superman You're an angel with wings afire A flying, giant friction blast You walk in clouds of glitter and the sun reflects your eyes And everytime the wind blows, I can smell you in the sky Your kisses are as wicked as an F-16 And you fuck like a volcano, and you're everything to me 'Cause you're a human supernova A solar superman You're an angel with wings afire A flying, giant friction blast You're a giant, flying friction blast 'Cause you're a human supernova A solar superman You're an angel with wings afire A flying, giant friction blast

Having a bonfire, drinking beer, and toasting marshmallows.

"We met a cat named Nanook in a small camp just south of the Arctic Circle. He advised us that our map was incorrect, and drew out the proper coordinates in the snow. We thanked him profusely, after his wife fed us a supper of stinkheads, mukluk, and seal stew. We donned our parkas, then set out once more for the the snowy glacial wasteland." My kitteh is SUCH a camera whore!

A black Jack Daniel's Old No. 7 hat, a white boy-beater, a pair of Mossimo dungarees held up by a brown vintage belt with a skull and crossbones buckle, and a pair of pink leather and wooden Steve Madden slip-ons.

Sure knows how to rile up the natives!

Infinite Dreams, by Iron Maiden Click here to "Birthday Maidenfest" with me! Infinite dreams I can't deny them Infinity is hard to comprehend I couldn't hear those screams Even in my wildest dreams Suffocation, waking in a sweat Scared to fall asleep again In case the dream begins again.. Someone chasing, I cannot move Standing rigid, a nightmare's statue What a dream! When will it end-- And will I transcend? Restless sleep; the mind's in turmoil One nightmare ends, another fertile It's getting to me, so scared to sleep But scared to wake now, in too deep. Even though it's reached new heights I rather like the restless nights It makes me wonder, it makes me think There's more to this, I'm on the brink It's not the fear of what's beyond It's just that I might not respond I have an interest, almost craving But would I like to get too far in? Can't all be coincidence Too many things are evident You tell me, "You're an unbeliever-- Spiritualist!" Well I am neither Wouldn't you like to know The truth? Of what's out there, to have the proof And find out just which side You're on Where would you end in Heaven or In Hell? Help me-- help me to find my true self Without seeing the future Save me, save me from torturing Myself even within my dreams There's got to be just more to it Then this Or tell me why do we exist I'd like to think that when I die I'll get a chance, another time To return and live again Reincarnate, and play the game Again..and again..and again..

I'm laughing at myself for having two pages of this site open, and posting in the wrong one! And just THINK, I plan on DRINKING today..the world should be VERY afraid. P.S. Don't worry, I'm not the one who will be driving.