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Kiss me too fiercely Hold me too ((tight)) I need help believing You're with me tonight My wildest dreamings Could not foresee Lying beside you With you wanting me Just for this moment As long as you're mine I've lost all resistance And ~~crossed~~ some b-o-r-d-e-r-l-i-n-e And if it turns out It's over too fast I'll make ev'ry last moment last As long as you're mine
Once again I'm a little depressed by the tired old face that I see, Once again it is time to be someone, who's anyone other than me. With the rare combination of girlish excitement and manly restraint, I position my precious assortment of pencils and powders and paint. So whenever I feel that my place in the world is beginning to crash, I apply one great stroke of Mascara to my rather limp upper lash. And I can cope again, Good God! There's hope again! When life is a real bitch again, and my old sense of humor has up, and gone It's time for the big switch again, I put a little more Mascara on

Here's to the ladies who lunch-- Everybody laugh. Lounging in their caftans And planning a brunch On their own behalf. Off to the gym, Then to a fitting, Claiming they're fat. And looking grim, 'Cause they've been sitting Choosing a hat. Does anyone still wear a hat? I'll drink to that. And here's to the girls who play smart-- Aren't they a gas? Rushing to their classes In oPtIcAl art, Wishing it would pass. Another l.o.n.g exhausting day, Another thousand dollars, A matinee, a Pinter play, Perhaps a piece of Mahler's. I'll drink to that. And one for Mahler! And here's to the girls who play wife-- Aren't they too much? Keeping house but clutching A copy of LIFE, Just to keep in touch. The ones who follow the rules, And meet themselves at the schools, Too busy to know that they're fools. Aren't they a gem? I'll drink to them! Let's all drink to them! And here's to the girls who just watch-- Aren't they the best? When they get depressed, It's a bottle of Scotch, Plus a little jest. Another chance to disapprove, Another brilliant zinger, Another reason not to move, Another vodka stinger. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! I'll drink to that. So here's to the girls on the go-- Everybody tries. Look into their eyes, And you'll see what they know: Everybody XdiesX A toast to that invincible bunch, The dinosaurs surviving the crunch. Let's hear it for the ladies who lunch-- Everybody rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!

Mother cannot guide you. Now you're on your own. Only me beside you. Still, you're not alone. No one is alone. Truly- No one is alone. Sometimes people leave you. Halfway through the wood. Others may decieve you. You decide whats good. You decide alone. But no one is alone. I wish... I know. Mother isn't here now Wrong things, right things Who knows what she'd say? Who can say what's true? Nothings quite so clear now. Do things, fight things, Feel you've lost your way? You decide, but You are not alone Believe me, No one is alone. No one is alone. Believe me. Truly. You move just a finger, Say the slightest word, Somethings bound to linger Be heard No acts alone. Careful. No one is alone. People make mistakes. Fathers, Mothers, People make mistakes, Holding to their own, Thinking their alone. Honor their mistakes Everybody makes Fight for their mistakes One another's terrible mistakes. Witches can be right, Giants can be good. You decide what's right you decide what's good Just remember, Just remember: Someone is on your side OUR side Our side-- Someone else is not While we're seeing our side Our side.. Our side-- Maybe we forgot: they are not alone. No one is alone. Hard to see the light now. Just don't let it go Things will come out right now. We can make it so. Someone is on your side...

like a mosquito bite...only bigger...and not as itchy

Feeling:

devious
Craving:

chocolate-dipped strawberries
Music of choice: "Headstrong"-Trapt

I don't understand hickeys.

Let's break that down.

The dictionary's definiton of a hickey is as follows:

hick·ey n.A reddish mark on the skin caused by amorous kissing, biting, or sucking.

Now, let us set up a scene. Let's say that you and your boyfriend are getting...friendly...at a party. You have been sucking face for about 15 minutes (you animals!) and you discover that you're beginning to get bored with this. To change things up, he begins, literally, "sucking" on your neck, and surprisingly, it hurts a little. But what the hell, you're young and drunk, and this newly-discovered form of affection is exciting, so you let it continue. Now, as you're leaving the party, you quickly glance in the hall mirror only to discover-GASP-what is that hideous form on your neck? You, my friend, have just received a hickey. This is where things begin to get foggy.

It's the following morning, and you have the go with the rents to a family picnic. Slight problem-how the hell do you hide that red blot on your neck? Now that you've had your fun, you no longer want this little "memory" following you around all afternoon. There's no way you can excuse it as "running into a wall" or "getting hit with a baseball bat." What IS a girl to do?

This is where I begin to get confused. I can see the fun and excitement in getting a hickey. It's like a cow being branded on its hide so the owner always knows which are his, or when dogs piss on a tree to leave their mark. It's a territorial thing. I get that. And it hurts...which I don't get...quite so much. Kissing is quite enjoyable, yes, because although a "sucking" action is still taking place...it feels good. It doesn't hurt. A hickey on the other hand...well...that's not quite so painless. But maybe this is where the term "beauty is pain" applies. I don't know.

Ok, so you've gotten past the actual "making" of a hickey itself. This is where I really don't understand how the human mind works. You go to all the trouble to actually make a hickey, including enduring whatever consequences come with it, but then, as soon as you finally conquer this task, you exhaust yourself trying to hide it. All that effort that was put into creating a hickey, is now put into covering your hickey. WHAT IS THE POINT OF HAVING ONE IF YOU HAVE TO HIDE IT? Is it like a form of ID, where no one really knows your age by looking at you, but you have ID on you, just in case people ask and you need to prove yourself? However, if you go around baring them like the new fall fashion line, people don't exactly bow down to you either. So if you have it and hide it, people will respect you, but if you flaunt it, now you're regarded as slutty. But how do people discover you have it if you must hide it, unless you say-"Hey, wanna see my hickey?" in which case you might as well go around with a neon arrow pointing to your neck. In this case, you're a showoff. Is it just me, or this an un-winable battle? Wouldn't a ring symbolizing your devotion to your boyfriend be nicer than a sticker on your neck? Unless it's one of those things that ONLY a boyfriend and girlfriend are supposed to know, like a secret society. Maybe that makes them more special...and it could be the always danger of being "revealed" any minute that makes them so much more exciting. Living a life in fear...or, perhaps it is a new form of art. I hear if you squint really hard, they look like a four-leaf clover...

Ok, so I lied about the last part. But next time you think you want to give your partner a love bite, reconsider. I hear fruit baskets last 2+ weeks when properly refridgerated. :-) And all the vitamins you need...