Thursday, December 22, 2005

me heart this song...

I met a woman from another time,
I couldn’t think but a drink from her eyes
was like water to wine.
she whet my dreams with her distinctive mind
I searched the desert for a treasure and a measure
of a life denied.
I’m driven by cars and guitars and her voice
ripping up and down my spine.
and now I’ve given my life for her side
to be mine.
and in her presence
my fate unwinds, for when her essence
draws me too near,
I can taste her with tears on my tongue,
like the sun in my mouth.

I met a man who kicked my front door down
he blew in with the Santa Ana winds
and a half cocked howl.
he fit my body like a one-horsed town
and I was drunk like a vagabond on his street
and I lay face down,
and I rode his joy like a child on a merry-go-round.
I was in his eyes, I was sweet on his thighs,
I was profound.
I was shot like a free bird in flight,
to the ground.

I woke this morning from a deadly dream;
he was my lover, he was my killer, he was my
chocolate covered filler,
he was me.
I’m built to run, my will is to deceive,
but you penetrate severely,
I am walking insecurely
on my knees.
And I will wade through
winter, spring and summer
if you fall in love with me.
I will dance so slowly,
you will hardly know I breathe.
From Rome, to Madrid, to Paris.
On the breeze, my scent will find you.
Lost by degrees, from time to time you’ll
sing with my lips on my hands on your hips
on my tongue like the sun in your mouth.


--- Sophie B. Hawkins

Monday, December 12, 2005

So. Here we are, it's mid December -- CAN YOU FRELLING BELIEVE THAT??? -- oh... wait... not quite MID December. heh.

I'm drinking not the best cuppa java in the world. i think I made it weak. but then, too, it could be too strong.

I'm knee deep in studying for a history final, took a biology final on Saturday (actually think I did alright on that one) and once that is out of the way I'll be able to get back to the writing of it.

It. The May Show. weeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

I'm more than a little skeered. BUT I did a bit of it for friend Minka and she said, quote,

"Girrrrl... you don't need acting lessons - you're good already. I thought Lady MacBETH was gonna show up!"

And she ASSURED me that was a good thing.

I've just added water to the coffee pot. see if that helps. I sure hope it does. i hate bad coffee. it's just embarrassing when I have no one to blame but myself.