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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Sunday, September 26, 2004
flavor of the week
Feeling:
fed up
Craving: nothin
Music of choice: "if you ever stop loving me"-montgomery gentry
Oh, look who's still here.
Old reliable
.
Lucky
for you I guess.
Unlucky
for me. Just a back burner to all your
f
l
a
v
o
r
s
of the week. And when you get sick of the
Slutty
Nutty
Banana
or the
Whorey
Graham
Cracker
Smorey
,
plain and simple
ol' vanilla is still gonna be sitting in the back of the freezer, always waiting patiently, knowing it's only a matter of time before you discover that all those exotic flavors are nice to have when you have the urge, but that you cannot live on
Cherry
Almond
Fudge
Ri
pp
le
alone for the rest of your life. I mean, your choices are limited with such flavors. You cannot top
Lime
Sherbert
with
hot fudge
, nor can you put
pineapple
on
Rec
ees
Night
mare
. But ol vanilla is always so
f
l
e
x
i
b
l
e
-she takes just about anything and she'll make the best of it. You take vanilla for granted you know. What would you do if all of a sudden vanilla got sick of you trying to "discover" all these new flavors and not being appreciated for what she was, just b/c she was a little plainer than the rest, and decided to leave? Then what flavor would you turn to when
Tutti
Cutie
Frutie
started making you sick? But you know that's not going to happen. You know you'll never run out of vanilla-you know that whenever you open your freezer, it'll still be sitting there, right between the frozen chicken and waffles. You're never worried about opening your freezer and discovering you've run out of vanilla-but maybe you should be. Then again, maybe you have nothing to worry about. Which really isn't fair at all.
Just don't ever leave old vanilla on the back burner, with the stove on, or forget about it out on the counter. Because once vanilla
melts
you may be able to put it back in the freezer and restore her, but it'll never taste the same.
It's so
great
to have drama to write about again...
What are you doing up at 04:27 pm?
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