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...




   



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Thursday, August 26, 2004
my cuppeth runneth over

Feeling: bored
Craving: soda
Music of choice: nothing



I get pissed when girls wear bras that are too big for them. It's one of my biggest pet peeves. It's like they think there's a difference whether they walk around in an A or a C. You're still gonna have the same size boobs. Buying yourself a C bra will not justify your B boobs. Just accept the facts. If you're an A, you're an A-learn to live with it. But I cannot STAND it when girls that are barely bigger than me go around saying-yea, I wear a C. THERE ARE NOT 2 CUP SIZES BETWEEN US! Hell, I could buy myself a C or even a D bra if I wanted to-I'd look utterly ridiculous under my shirts, but I could still do it. Of course I still "fit" into one-anyone who's boobs that are smaller than the actual cup can fit into it. If you're not spilling out of your bra, it ain't time to move up a cup size. And if you're that unhappy admitting you wear an A, then do what I'm gonna do and get implants in a few years. But in the meantime-don't deny your boobs. You may not have asked for them, but did you ever consider that they never asked to be on your body?

What are you doing up at 05:17 pm?

 

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