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Observations of a Quixotic Femme Noire
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Warrior-woman; a Valkyrie. I'll always be yours. Always...and never. 
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Sunday, July 29, 2007
Remember to go through to sweetongeeks and that geek site to check out if there's a contact. I'd like to meet that James~ guy. Well, he's co-founder so I may be being a little too blunt about it, but hey, we geek girls can't help that we're a bit socially-inept at times. I'd only behave with less decorum if I'm alone with him. *giggling shrug* I enjoy making things a bit difficult. Oh well, what's the worst can happen...friendship? Who knows, could be a mutually fulfilling and beneficial relationship. hmm. *winking* I'm convinced anyway that's how it works for me. I'm friends with a lot but not many know me, except for those that know me. umm...hee-hee! Labels: dorks, intelligence, nerds, science, smart, Sweet on Geeks holla@me Saturday, July 28, 2007
If There's Any Justice-James Blunt If there's any justice in the world, I would be your man, You would be my girl, If i'd found you first you know its true, He would be alone, I would be with you. When you decide, dont let me down, Coz there's nothing to be certain in my life, And you've seen a thousand times There's not much justice in the world If there's any justice in your heart, You love really changed, Ease it into heart, Why dont you remember how it feels, Not to give a damn, For anyone but me I cant believe you'd be decieved, Changing memories from truth to fantasy, Where there's nothing left but tears, there's not much justice in the world Just because he's wrapped around your finger, Don't fool yourself with dreams that might appear, everytime you'll stop and trust your feelings, The truth is out there somewhere It's just blowing in the wind If there's any justice in the world, I would be your man, You would be my girl, If i'd found you first you know its true, He would be alone, I would be with you, When you decide, dont let me down, Coz there's nothing to be certain in my life, And you've seen a thousand times There's not much justice in the world If I should lose you girl you know, That theres not much justice in the world ~*~*~*~*~*~ Why can't I find someone like this? I sometimes feel there is no justice in the world. The only place I'll find a Love like this in in myself...in my dreams. *sigh* And I'm still waiting for rain. I've been unavilable everytime there is a shower. Labels: James Blunt, longing, love, sadness holla@me Friday, July 20, 2007
The Story of The Queen of Spades A long long time ago, I can still remember how that club underneath the bar smelled. It happened one night, a celebration for a friend, that a side show performed. "Who wants to volunteer?" Someone raised my hand. Now it's not that I was nervous or shy. I didn't know what to expect; I had just arrived. "You," he said be my guest. And I figured I would do my best. So up I went. He held a deck of cards and wanted me to examine them. I shuffled once for good measure ... I didn't know the trick. And he fanned out a deck of cards saying in his performers voice, "Pick one." I made my choice, placed it in my shirt pocket. The man took the cards and with classic flourish and flair, ripped the entire deck in half, then handed the two halves back to me. "You'll want to look at those," he stated with a smile. "Did you look at your card?" I held the deck; then threw them away. I looked at the card in my pocket: Queen of Spades. We weren't surprised...matter of fact it was classic in my case. *Oddly, what happened just one month ago has seemed to fit in my current circumstances.* Labels: True Story holla@me Thursday, July 19, 2007
I swear, if I were a _tad_ smarter, I would have used the ridiculously fake persona that is on this blog as the bulk of something. I think I still can. Some very true and painful others a complete fabrication as it makes it easier to swallow the fuckedupedness that occurs when one is out of their head and making a point not to feel. Where has it gotten me? When we had to move from our last residence, I looked up at the ceiling and said in my mind, which eventually I started chanting, "My view will be different soon." I can't be bothered by those who say they love me giving me strange looks when I say I am a writer. what is up with that?!? You live your life, do your thing, pretend as you need. Why do you have to _rate_ what I do? Especially by a person that told me (when I was an adult) that she always knew when I was a child I'd grow up to be many things and yet never gave the support or help. Yet I'm supposed to grin and bear whatever is thrown at me. Silly woman, kicks are for Trids*. Done with those Trids; why didn't I see...oh I did, again uncomfortably numb. *a Trid is a silly, stupid person that doesn't give a damn about anything but their own small-minded goals.* Labels: Fake Fake Fake holla@me
I can tell, something not quite right with PC. Being led but in safe hands. All towards the good I know just tired of waiting Maroon5, KT Tunstall Labels: Creativity all `round holla@me
My Aching Feet They've seen much more worse for wear but been A walking after midnight for several days (not this morning though; too exhausted and can barely breathe from so many delicious tasty morsels of what _will_ come) and my souls are swollen, even the toes. The damage I did...umm, last year? year before last? to the soles blistering fully have left them very hard and rough. I'm tired of rough. I need a permanent spa. A place of comfort and rain. A place where I can attend to my angels without the stress of frustrating, uneccessary bullshit for no other reason than pride to admit mistakes preventing any forward motion in the wright direction. It isn't worth it. Has it ever been? *did I say that aloud* I think it should be said out loud! I've been murmuring, mumbling, speaking, signing, calling, writing, listening, supporting...all of it has done nothing but left me in a lurch. And what the fuck is up with me thinking I could hide in a corner? How stupid! Was I really going to hide my head in some mundane that everyone `round me seems to think is all right? MAD! Bonkers! It was making me bonkers too. It shows on me and my angels...my being drained. Passports Labels: Aching holla@me
Funny... Lighting something embers flew; more concerned about my shorts than the fact an ember ended on my wrist and was burning in. I saw it; watched it; didn't realy caer about it as it took a few seconds to burn out. There is a mark - it's nothing. If I hadn't seen it happen, I prolly wouldn't know where it came from. such is life: sunshine and daisies... Wearing Mothers ring...got it a short time ago as a present from the kids and... seemed surprised I called it My Mothers ring though was told why the inscription reads as it does. I dun get it Labels: So tired...compelled holla@me Wednesday, July 18, 2007
And I'm exhausted So tired Try to sleep in a rigid bed all it does it hurt My back, my shoulders, my skin But my brain is flying toyou of you I am with you I want to be I really want to be I'm so tired Trying to breathe life Into something that kollaapsed into itself No matter how I try to build To find a way To make it work I'm am fought This I cannot endure No longer My patience is losing My mind is aching I've worn the brokensmile It doesn't suit `Cause I am the Queen of Spades and I have the card to prove't No not whisked away by happenstance But by a more than lucky chance I'm glad you got to see me dance And I still will All through your soul And lift you up I see your goal And I want to know them all I'm tired of waiting Making do I've already paid My fucking dues How long does One stay In a *beautiful* cage That they have made? And I'm still tired So Exhausted The bed feels so taut At least the sheets were fairly fresh And I'm sat here at this desk Simmering, smoldering, needing and really wanting you holla@me
Tough What’s tough? Daughter asked if some of the neighbor kids (getting to be friends I guess) could come inside the house. It’s not that I don’t want people in my house (although, it isn’t as tidy as I’d like…as I used to be able to keep it heh) but gimme a break! It’s Summer! Nice, clear sky, just another lovely Summer day. I was gonna say no but then figured something in a flash. “You can come in if you clean the floor.” ROFL!!! Yes, this is me. I thought, maybe they will, prolly not. These children said, “OK!!!” HA! Success! My dude stood in amazement. I dunno why though? haha They went inside and found themselves downstairs gawping at all the Legos we have. I was fine with that, but make no mistake… I got together the ingredients and had them bring up the Rainbow to clean the floor. In the midst of this, a straggler came in to work (LOL) as another asked if they were getting paid. “You got to come into my house,” I reminded him. His jaw dropped, but he didn’t move to leave. “What about a snack or some soda/juice?” he countered. “You can have some water fresh from my tap,” I stated pointedly. “How do you clean the floors?” “With your hands and arms,” I answered. tee-hee And, of course he helped. They all did, good kids they are. My girl kept them on task while I checked every now and again. BEFORE all this, I had already given my boy permission to play video games, so… While the crew was vacuuming and wet Swiffering, I asked B- to help me gather the stuff for s'mores. I hate s'mores, but it works for most people who like sweets. After the chores were finished, the kids made their own dessert. Funnily enough, my boy comes around after his video-game time (AND work completed! hmmm...) and asked if he could have dessert or if it was too late? I informed him, “If you want dessert, you’ll have to do work just like the rest of the kids did, including your sister.” He just stared at me. I stared back. He walked away. He came back. “What kind of work will I have to do?” “You’ll have to Rainbow the rest of the Middle-Level.” He just stared at me, maybe a bit of contempt in his face. "That's what you'll have to do." *shrug* He kinda stalked off, but that's ok, he processed. I knew he would/could/should. Is it mean to say I was so laughing at him on the inside? Labels: Just bein' a Mother holla@me
Can't believe it! Went looking for a few lyrics and found these...different versions too! I'm still reading them. This is what I've finished (and really enjoyed) so far. I guess I'll just keep adding to this blog... I'm lucky, I think, finding these. James Blunt - Alright Tonight Lyrics "If you want to you can stick around, 'Cause it’s alright, tonight," She said. "I will stay here, stay with you 'Cause you're alright, tonight." And I, I hoped that things would turn Out my way 'cause she's alright, tonight She said "This is fun! This is good; yes! It's alright, it's alright." (Chorus) Do you want this one night stand? Let's take a risk and go play in the sand. You can leave that ring on your finger. I'm a sinner, you're the winner; I am too. We made out now, we made up, yeah. We made love for the world cup I said, “I want things I've never had before.” She said, "Alright, tonight." So we entered heaven to accept our fate, And to sum it up baby, it was great, yeah. It's not often that I see the light but it's - it's alright, it's alright. (Chorus) Do you want this one night stand? Let's take a risk go play in the sand. You can leave that ring on your finger. I'm a sinner, you're the winner; I am too. Here she comes again now Here she comes again now Here we go again now [Do you want this one night stand] 3x [all right all right] (Chorus) Do you want this one night stand? Let's take a risk go play in the sand. You can leave that ring on your finger. I'm a sinner, you're the winner; I am too. 3x It's alright. 15x [You can leave that ring on your finger. I'm a sinner, you're the winner; I am too.] ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ James Blunt – In Flowers / Butterfly Lyrics You're A butterfly and you want to be in flowers and you want to meet Dalai Lama reach nirvana because I love you love me I just want you to be in flowers with me I'm A little child and I want to be held in your arms any fool can see that it's nothing new that I need you because I love you love me I just want you to see the little child in me there's A butterfly that’s in my heart it lives in me when we're apart but preferably you stay with me because I love you love me I just want you to be the butterfly in me &^%&^%&^%&^%&^%&^%&^%&^%&^% जेम्स ब्लुन्त - इत'एस नॉट एअस्य तो बी मे ल्य्रिच्स ई कैन’त स्टैंड तो फ्लाई ई’म नॉट ठाट नैव ई’म जुस्त आउट तो फंड थे बेत्तेर पार्ट ऑफ़ मे ई’म मोरे थान अ बर्ड…ई’म मोरे थान अ प्लेन मोरे थान सोम प्रेत्त्य फस बेसिदे अ ट्रेन इत’एस नॉट एअस्य तो बी मे विष ठाट ई कोउल्ड क्रय फाल उपों मय क्नीस फंड अ वय तो लिए अबाउट अ होम ई’ल नेवर सी इत मई सौन्द अब्सुर्द…बुत डॉन’त बी नैव एवें हेरोएस हवे थे राईट तो ब्लीद ई मई बी दिस्तुर्बेद…बुत वों’त यू कोन्सदे एवें हेरोएस हवे थे राईट तो ड्रीम इत’एस नॉट एअस्य तो बी मे उप, उप ऎंड अवय…अवय फ्रॉम मे इत’एस अल राईट…यू कैन अल स्लीप सौन्द तोनिघ्त ई’म नॉट क्रेज्य…ओर अन्य्थिंग… ई कैन’त स्टैंड तो फ्लाई ई’म नॉट ठाट नैव में वेरें’त मेंत तो रीड विथ क्लौड्स बेत्वीं थेइर क्नीस ई’म ओनली अ मन इन अ सिल्ली रेड शीट दिग्गिंग फ़ॉर क्र्य्प्तोनिते ओं थिस वन वय स्ट्रीट ओनली अ मन इन अ फुन्न्य रेड शीट लूकिंग फ़ॉर स्पेशल थिंग्स इनसाइड ऑफ़ मे इत’एस नॉट एअस्य तो बी मे. Labels: anger, frustration, James Blunt, love, lust holla@me
YMI's Untitled - Lyrics: B. Adil Cruisin' down the road Troubles on my mind I look for nothing then rewind Life To when I was a boy being brushed away it takes its toll on how we relate All my life my heart was on loan you're kinds to others but not your own Look at me now and try to plead your case When all the evidence has been erased Everytime I turn around and look at your face I know I gotta get out... Outta this place Had a young son right in the palm of your hand To mold him into someone you're proud to call a friend Can you sit there and tell me this was part of your plan To take a little child and make a mess of a man Thinkin' I need to atone Made time for others but left me alone Look at me now and try to plead your case When all the evidence has been erased Everytime I turn around and look at your face I know I gotta get out... Outta this place Had a young son right in the palm of your hand To mold him into someone you're proud to call a friend Can you sit there and tell me this was part of your plan To take a little child and make a mess of a man © 2007, YMI Labels: finally..., Gave me chills listening to it live holla@me Cat Stevens - The Wind Lyrics I listen to the wind To the wind of my soul Where I'll end up well I think, Only God really knows I've sat upon the setting sun But never, never never never I never wanted water once No, never, never, never I listen to my words but They fall far below I let my music take me where My heart wants to go I swam upon the devil's lake But never, never never never I'll never make the same mistake No, never, never, never I've Been Waiting Lyrics - Matthew Sweet Album: Girlfriend When you said to me You are not so old Did I know it then? 'Cause I had just been told I didn't think I'd find you Perfect in so many ways But I've been waiting [waiting] And I want to [have you] I've been waiting [waiting] And I want to The secret on your lips That nobody knows Gentle in your eyes You can wear my clothes I didn't think I'd find you Perfect in so many ways But I've been waiting [waiting] And I want to [have you] I've been waiting [waiting] And I want to [have you] I've been waiting [waiting] And I want to When you said to me You are not so old Did I know it then? 'Cause I had just been told You know, I didn't think I'd find you Perfect in so many ways But I've been waiting [waiting] And I want to [have you] I've been waiting [waiting] And I want to [have you] I've been waiting [waiting] And I want to [have you] I've been waiting [waiting] And I want to I've been waiting [waiting] I've been waiting [waiting] I've been waiting [waiting] I've been waiting [waiting] Labels: "I let my music take me..." holla@me |
