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Friday, 30 April 2010

  • "Ah the night...here it comes again"
    It's on with the jeans, the jacket and the shirt
    How'd I end up feeling so bad
    For such a little girl

    And I hold you close in the back of my mind
    Feels so good but damn it makes me hurt
    And I'm too scared to know to how I feel about you now
    La Cienega just smiles..."see ya around"

    And I hold you close in the back of my mind
    And raise my glass 'cause either way I'm dead
    Neither of you really help me to sleep anymore
    One breaks my body and the other breaks my soul
    La Cienega just smiles as it waves goodbye

    "Ah the night...here it comes again"
    It's off with the jeans, the jacket and the shirt
    How'd I end up feeling so bad
    For such a little girl

    And I hold you close in the back of my mind
    Feels so good but damn it makes me hurt
    And I'm too scared to know how I feel about you now
    How I feel about you now
    La Cienega just smiles and says, "I'll see you around"

    "La Cienega Just Smiled" - Ryan Adams


Friday, 05 March 2010

Tuesday, 16 February 2010

  • Quote of the Century

    "I believe that if, at the end of it all, according to our abilities, we have done something to make others a little happier, and something to make ourselves a little happier, that is about the best we can do. To make others less happy is a crime. To make ourselves unhappy is where all crime starts. We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. We must try. I didn't always know this, and am happy I lived long enough to find it out."

    Roger Ebert, "Go Gently Into That Good Night"


    xx.

Saturday, 06 February 2010

  • Disjointed, Unrelated Sentences

    River

    I'm lacking inspiration. It's either me not actively looking/feeling for it, none existing or a combination of those two.

    I love the rain. I love listening to slow, mellow music while listening to rain.

    Things can be better, but I'm not entirely hopeless.

    It seems my dog only jumps on my bed when I've laid my clean laundry out.

    I love the smell of laundry.

    Stream of consciousness is truly the language of the wayward.

    xx.

Tuesday, 19 January 2010

  • I Wonder...

    Do I have a giant penis somehow watermarked on my resume? I mean, that's the only logical explanation for why I'm receiving virtually no call-backs from any potential employers.

    It's not like I'm applying for jobs that are way out of my pay range or qualifications; I only apply to jobs where I have what's required, or am over-qualified for.

    But nothing, nada, zilch.

    It's killin' my already negative self-esteem.

    xx.