taysteewonderbunny

I have a club where we do both on a biweekly basis. Fun!

I just love eating out, don't you?

Have issues with Comcast.

We were at Trixie's last night.

My employers took my internet away.

police cruisers stopped side by side, windows rolled down copulating slugs

I'm emotionally retarded. Does that count?

What if they succeed and then crossbreed them with Twinkies? That's the kind of evolutionary prodding that will get us in real trouble: not only will they hate us with good reason, they, unlike us, will survive nuclear holocaust! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Could they do that with the lemon pies? I kind of like the lemon pies.

Tits, if he meant that, I'm sure he would have said "peach cobbler"--a much better match, I'm guessing.

Yay!

I'm sorry to hear that.

I don't know. What is this? My face is a mask. My heart is a rock. My stomach is staging mutiny. There is an evil kaleidescope inside my head. My hands aren't mine and my bones are missing.

Inimitable.

"Music Box:, Regina Spektor Life inside the music box ain't easy The mallets hit the gears are always turning And everyone inside the mechanism Is yearning To get out And sing another melody completely So different from the one they're always singing I close my eyes and think that i have found me But then i feel mortality surround me I want to sing another melody So different from the one i always sing But when i do the dishes I run the water very very very hot And then i fill the sink to the top with bubbles of soap And then i set all the bottle caps i own afloat And it's the greatest voyage in the history of plastic And then i slip my hands in and start to make waves And then i dip my tongue in a take a taste It tastes like soap but it doesn't really taste like soap And then i lower in my whole mouth and take a gulp ...and start to feel mortality surround me I close my eyes and think that i have found me But life inside the music box ain't easy The mallets hit the gears are always turning And every one inside the mechanism Is yearning to get out Is yearning to get out Is yearning to get out...

I so get that.

Honesty....yes, in the long run. Sometimes, though, it eclipses one's dreams, shatters illusions, devastates on the short term.

"How My Heart Behaves" by Feist What grew What grew What grew and inside who First so simple was the vow Then the chorus sang about Your shoulder The mooring for me Like water lost in the sea The cold heart will burst If mistrusted first And a calm heart will break When given a shake I’m a stem now Pushing the drought aside Opening up Fanning my yellow eye On the ferry That’s making the waves wave Illumination This is how my heart behaves The cold heart will burst If mistrusted first And a calm heart will break when given a shake (How her heart behaves) The rain rain making me cry (How her heart behaves) Then the wind comes Fanning my yellow eye (How her heart behaves) The waves wave the waves wave This is how my heart behaves A cold heart will burst If mistrusted first And a calm heart will break When given a shake The cold heart will burst If mistrusted first And a calm heart will break When given a shake What grew What grew What grew and inside who

"I Need Love" by Sam Phillips i left my conscience like a crying child locked the door behind me put the pain on file broken like a window i see my blindness now i need love not some sentimental prison i need god not the political church i need fire to melt the frozen sea inside me i need love driving into town tired and depressed like a flare the streetlight bursts into an s.o.s. peace comes to my rescue i don't know what it means i need love