I was reading this Sylvia Browne book yesterday on the train and bus and I was laughing embarrassingly loudly to myself. I had to call A to make it look like someone on the phone was making me laugh because it was ridiculous. If anyone wants to borrow it, just let me know because it is incredibly amusing.
I am changing my profile picture on this blog because I know that it probably is really difficult for A to come on here and look at it. I mean, I can't believe I was being so disregardful (I don't care if that's not a word) all along. I guess it's because I felt that if I took away that kissy faced picture, I would be giving away that time period when things were simple. Things were easy and I was going to school knowing (thinking) that I would want to work at my current job after graduation making a living wage (I use that term loosely). I thought everything was going to stay the same - that I'd be spending my free time drinking $2 draft beers, talking about the world's problems and philosophy and walking my dog through the park to play in the tennis courts with other dogs. I thought I'd be able to smoke cigarettes forever without dying. I thought that I'd be standing up to my best friend's wedding. I thought that was real. It wasn’t. I thought I'd continue to get parking tickets once a week and wait by my e-mail for an update on what was in store for the future. I thought that I could continue on ordering pizzas from the Giordano's in Logan Square and pay for them with my debit card when they were delivered. I thought I would carry around my cigarette butts until the next garbage can for fear that I would get yelled at. I thought that there would be many more empty Christmases - and there were - but they weren't that bad. I thought that there'd be more meetings and margaritas. There were. And they tasted better. For real.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
I have been taking a peek at my old entries in this modest space on the net that I like to call my weblog. I noticed a number of depressing things.
One is that I used to write relatively well. I used to care about not only my grammar, word usage and spelling, but also language, context, content and stories. You know those stories… the ones that brought you onto the train or bus with me. Or better yet, into my base for a few minutes. This dates back to the things I wrote before the big “DELETE” that I had. I wish I could get those entries back. I used to be able to put my feelings on “paper”. Actually, I don’t think I have lost the ability to put things on paper; I believe that I have in fact lost the ability to feel all together.
I used to be so incredibly passionate. I was looking over my Friendster profile (thanks) and I had listed a slew of things that used to interest me. I had to delete most of them because I no longer give a flying fuck. I realized recently that I no longer give a flying fuck about much.
[And no, it’s not because I started hanging out with you. I don’t know if you remember this because you were so drunk, but I was complaining about how my brain is fading and you said it’s probably because I am hanging out with you. I would argue that you’re actually bringing back the old me – the one that enjoys herself. Anyway, here’s your shout out right in the middle of my blog entry that you asked for.]
Let me begin by pointing out that I work a job that rots my brain; I have no need to be creative here. It is not necessary for me to interact in a creative and socially acceptable fashion with those around me. It is all informal hurry rush speed to get things done that have deadlines at the last minute. Before the impending doom of a deadline sets in, it is mostly sitting around and teasing each other or trying to delve into each other’s personal lives. And most of the biggest offenders are gone right now.
I am going to try to write in my not-so-beloved blog more often so that I am not married to the fruitless tens of thousands of pages of rants and raves on Chicago’s craigslist.
Maybe I will go back to school in January. Maybe I’ll work on a Master’s program for some field into which I am not sure I want to venture. That will put me well into debt. I can finally see the light with regard to my debt; it’s not looking as dim anymore. And that’s comforting. Unfortunately, my brain is dimming as my debt is shrinking.
What the hell am I afraid of? Spending my time caring about people and causes only to get screwed over in the end? What is the point of that? Isn’t life for living? I am trying to live and feel like I used to, but in my old age I have become Kautious Kristy. I am afraid of feeling, caring and getting hurt. I am afraid of saying what I feel because I fear that I will not be taken seriously. Who am I to be so self absorped, anyway? I have it pretty good.
As my lovely Allman Brothers myspace song states, I Ain’t Wastin’ Time No More. This is it. This is life. And as a wise man once said, “if you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it”.
One is that I used to write relatively well. I used to care about not only my grammar, word usage and spelling, but also language, context, content and stories. You know those stories… the ones that brought you onto the train or bus with me. Or better yet, into my base for a few minutes. This dates back to the things I wrote before the big “DELETE” that I had. I wish I could get those entries back. I used to be able to put my feelings on “paper”. Actually, I don’t think I have lost the ability to put things on paper; I believe that I have in fact lost the ability to feel all together.
I used to be so incredibly passionate. I was looking over my Friendster profile (thanks) and I had listed a slew of things that used to interest me. I had to delete most of them because I no longer give a flying fuck. I realized recently that I no longer give a flying fuck about much.
[And no, it’s not because I started hanging out with you. I don’t know if you remember this because you were so drunk, but I was complaining about how my brain is fading and you said it’s probably because I am hanging out with you. I would argue that you’re actually bringing back the old me – the one that enjoys herself. Anyway, here’s your shout out right in the middle of my blog entry that you asked for.]
Let me begin by pointing out that I work a job that rots my brain; I have no need to be creative here. It is not necessary for me to interact in a creative and socially acceptable fashion with those around me. It is all informal hurry rush speed to get things done that have deadlines at the last minute. Before the impending doom of a deadline sets in, it is mostly sitting around and teasing each other or trying to delve into each other’s personal lives. And most of the biggest offenders are gone right now.
I am going to try to write in my not-so-beloved blog more often so that I am not married to the fruitless tens of thousands of pages of rants and raves on Chicago’s craigslist.
Maybe I will go back to school in January. Maybe I’ll work on a Master’s program for some field into which I am not sure I want to venture. That will put me well into debt. I can finally see the light with regard to my debt; it’s not looking as dim anymore. And that’s comforting. Unfortunately, my brain is dimming as my debt is shrinking.
What the hell am I afraid of? Spending my time caring about people and causes only to get screwed over in the end? What is the point of that? Isn’t life for living? I am trying to live and feel like I used to, but in my old age I have become Kautious Kristy. I am afraid of feeling, caring and getting hurt. I am afraid of saying what I feel because I fear that I will not be taken seriously. Who am I to be so self absorped, anyway? I have it pretty good.
As my lovely Allman Brothers myspace song states, I Ain’t Wastin’ Time No More. This is it. This is life. And as a wise man once said, “if you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it”.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
‘Cause All You Need is a Pretty Song
It is twenty-five below zero in my office. My left eye itches – kind of like there is an eye lash in it or if I just made out with a big, fluffy cat to which I am allergic. My right eye is weepy. I keep rubbing both of them. I slept approximately 10 hours last night, but I am still sleepy. Or maybe my eyes are just tricking me into thinking that I am drowsy since they hurt so much and I don't want to keep them open.
Jen called to inform me that she in fact had not been kidnapped on the Metra SouthWest service line, but that she has the day off. Must be nice. I wish I were on vacation. Why is it that everyone is on vacation? Or planning a vacation? Why am I stuck here with my weepy eyes staring at this piece of crap computer? I swear I will reach the end of the Internet soon. What will I do then? Turn it off and read something corporeal? But what would I be doing at home? Watching Maury? Walking the dog? Eating? Napping? Well, all of that sounds ok right about now.
I know I sound like I am in a bad mood, but I’m really not. Life is pretty much all sunshine and puppy dogs for now. Thank God I don’t wear a watch; I would have already looked at it forty-seven times today. Yesterday went by so quickly.
Jen called to inform me that she in fact had not been kidnapped on the Metra SouthWest service line, but that she has the day off. Must be nice. I wish I were on vacation. Why is it that everyone is on vacation? Or planning a vacation? Why am I stuck here with my weepy eyes staring at this piece of crap computer? I swear I will reach the end of the Internet soon. What will I do then? Turn it off and read something corporeal? But what would I be doing at home? Watching Maury? Walking the dog? Eating? Napping? Well, all of that sounds ok right about now.
I know I sound like I am in a bad mood, but I’m really not. Life is pretty much all sunshine and puppy dogs for now. Thank God I don’t wear a watch; I would have already looked at it forty-seven times today. Yesterday went by so quickly.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
you drive me crazy; i just can't sleep
I thought purgatory was supposed to be temperate. It burns like hell!
Friday, August 04, 2006
And You're Far Too Kind
I've been thinking a lot about the phrase "love is blind" lately.
I decided to look up the origin and of course, it came from Shakespeare:
The Merchant Of Venice
Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains.
I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me,
For I am much ashamed of my exchange:
But love is blind and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit;
For if they could, Cupid himself would blush
To see me thus transformed to a boy.
I decided to look up the origin and of course, it came from Shakespeare:
The Merchant Of Venice
Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains.
I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me,
For I am much ashamed of my exchange:
But love is blind and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit;
For if they could, Cupid himself would blush
To see me thus transformed to a boy.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is green
And whip-smart as the English Channel's wide
And I'm gonna tell my son to keep his money in his mattress
And his watch on any hand between his thighs
And I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower
'til I write my whole life story on the back of his big brown eyes
I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so that death is cheap
And games are just another way of life
And I'm gonna tell my son to be a prophet of mistakes
because for every truth there are half a million lies
And I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower
Till he learns to let his hair down far enough to climb outside
And whip-smart as the English Channel's wide
And I'm gonna tell my son to keep his money in his mattress
And his watch on any hand between his thighs
And I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower
'til I write my whole life story on the back of his big brown eyes
I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so that death is cheap
And games are just another way of life
And I'm gonna tell my son to be a prophet of mistakes
because for every truth there are half a million lies
And I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower
Till he learns to let his hair down far enough to climb outside
Monday, March 20, 2006
Cheater Cheater Pumpkin Eater
Post a comment w/ your answers. What do you think about these things?...
drama:
getting yourself pregnant with invitro fertilization (and single parenting):
dating while you're pregnant (if you're a guy, pretend you're female):
guys who are in bands into their middle 30s:
generic/ store brand foods (do you buy them? do you look down on those who do?):
juggling multiple boyfriends/girlfriends at the same time (none are serious):
the self esteem of young teenage girls (13-14):
expensive shoes (oh, and what's expensive to you?):
the phrase "once a cheater, always a cheater":
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
bismillah ir rhman ir raheem
Writing this letter to you. If I could, you know I would just hold your hand and you would understand...
Dont change your name; keep it the same for fear I may lose you again. I know you won't, it's just that I am unorganized and I want to find you when something good happens. If you come down, we'll go to town. I haven't been there for years, but I'd be fine wasting our time and not doing anything here - just doing nothing. I've been inclined to believe it never would. I'd go for broke if I could be with you. So, don't try to run up on my ear talking all that nasty shit and trying to ask me shit. I'm running out in the big city blinking. What was I thinking when I let go of you? Let us forget about the tongue-tied lightning. This is not a joke so please stop smiling.
What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt?
Dont change your name; keep it the same for fear I may lose you again. I know you won't, it's just that I am unorganized and I want to find you when something good happens. If you come down, we'll go to town. I haven't been there for years, but I'd be fine wasting our time and not doing anything here - just doing nothing. I've been inclined to believe it never would. I'd go for broke if I could be with you. So, don't try to run up on my ear talking all that nasty shit and trying to ask me shit. I'm running out in the big city blinking. What was I thinking when I let go of you? Let us forget about the tongue-tied lightning. This is not a joke so please stop smiling.
What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt?
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
What the...
I just got a new message on Friendster a little while ago:
Lewis
Date: December 13, 2005 4:31:00 PM CST
Subject: hey ya!
Message: I saw your profile and thoght oh good i will do
anything to keep these two from kissing. i likred
the profile and am looking for someone with
features such as cleanliness, good compection,
clear eyes, good teeth and good hair, firm muscle
tone, and a steady gait.
ttyl
Here's his profile:
Male, 26, Single
Last Login : 3 days
Interested in Meeting People for: Friends
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Location: Harvey, IL
Friendster Member Since: Aug 2005
Note to self: Stay away from Gemini's from Harvey. Thanks.
Lewis
Date: December 13, 2005 4:31:00 PM CST
Subject: hey ya!
Message: I saw your profile and thoght oh good i will do
anything to keep these two from kissing. i likred
the profile and am looking for someone with
features such as cleanliness, good compection,
clear eyes, good teeth and good hair, firm muscle
tone, and a steady gait.
ttyl
Here's his profile:
Male, 26, Single
Last Login : 3 days
Interested in Meeting People for: Friends
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Location: Harvey, IL
Friendster Member Since: Aug 2005
Note to self: Stay away from Gemini's from Harvey. Thanks.
Monday, December 12, 2005
RHG
There's this guy who is known to A and I as "RHG". Red-Headed Guy. He's possibly the hottest man I have ever come across in my life. Many would concur on his hottness. He takes the Orange Line (sits in the first car like I do) & bus with me and lives less than a block away. Anyway, I haven't seen him for a long time. I've been checking him out for years now it seems. He's married and in his early thirties; he has seen me walking Stewie and thinks he is a "great looking dog", but then again, who doesn't think Stewie is THE MAN? I have a few other details about my beloved fantasy man, but I don't want anyone to think I am obsessed or anything...
Anyway, today I saw him for the first time in a few months. A and I had to stand on the train. We always get seats next to each other because we leave work five minues early everyday and race to the first car where no one sits (hint to CTA riders: there's always more room in the 1st car). I was feeling a little sick. I am attibuting the sick feeling to the MSG I had in my Chinese food at lunch. So whatever, I was weak in the knees to begin with from feeling nauseous from the food. and then I saw him. and then he said "hi". and then I died. The End.
Anyway, today I saw him for the first time in a few months. A and I had to stand on the train. We always get seats next to each other because we leave work five minues early everyday and race to the first car where no one sits (hint to CTA riders: there's always more room in the 1st car). I was feeling a little sick. I am attibuting the sick feeling to the MSG I had in my Chinese food at lunch. So whatever, I was weak in the knees to begin with from feeling nauseous from the food. and then I saw him. and then he said "hi". and then I died. The End.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
birthday wishes (in order)
all coming after midnight Central Standard Time
1. Michael - virtual (though he did call, too. My phone was downstairs and I was up. He has an advantage cuz it's 3 hours earlier there)
2. Adam - virtual (what? Was I expecting a phone call from China??)
3. Sneddy - virtual (is it your birthday yet? yes it is, Kevin. Thanks for remembering).
4. Jon - text message
5. Andrea - phone call (yes, she is ugly. Thanks for agreeing with me. Love you, too. Don't forget to remind DR).
6. Meg - phone call (OMG)
7. Mom - phone call (She's the only one that sang. Andrea attempted, but she was @ work and some people were coming in).
8. Brian - phone call (no, I didn't buy Jack O'Tack a high chair).
Not bad for 9AM!
Updated - 11:30AM
9. Craig - text message (Yummy chicken sandwiches for breakfast. I doubt your free hotel waffles were better).
10. Jenny - phone call (oh yeah. Chi Tung baby. Don't hate the player, hate the game).
11. Alicia - in person (woop woop I love talking about abortion).
1. Michael - virtual (though he did call, too. My phone was downstairs and I was up. He has an advantage cuz it's 3 hours earlier there)
2. Adam - virtual (what? Was I expecting a phone call from China??)
3. Sneddy - virtual (is it your birthday yet? yes it is, Kevin. Thanks for remembering).
4. Jon - text message
5. Andrea - phone call (yes, she is ugly. Thanks for agreeing with me. Love you, too. Don't forget to remind DR).
6. Meg - phone call (OMG)
7. Mom - phone call (She's the only one that sang. Andrea attempted, but she was @ work and some people were coming in).
8. Brian - phone call (no, I didn't buy Jack O'Tack a high chair).
Not bad for 9AM!
Updated - 11:30AM
9. Craig - text message (Yummy chicken sandwiches for breakfast. I doubt your free hotel waffles were better).
10. Jenny - phone call (oh yeah. Chi Tung baby. Don't hate the player, hate the game).
11. Alicia - in person (woop woop I love talking about abortion).
Sunday, November 06, 2005
do you know what its like to be an insomniac?
Log file opened at: 11.6.05 1:14:28 AM
[1:14:43 AM:] X: so you ok or not
[1:14:48 AM:] Kristy: i think i'm getting ill
[1:14:56 AM:] x: stop it
[1:14:57 AM:] Kristy: on the way home i had tunnel vision
[1:15:01 AM:] Kristy: does that ever happen to you?
[1:15:07 AM:] x: when I'm real tired
[1:15:15 AM:] Kristy: like, i couldn't look @ anything but the tail lights of the car in front of me
[1:15:18 AM:] Kristy: and it was pouring
[1:15:29 AM:] x: that's scary. were you by yourself?
[1:15:31 AM:] Kristy: and then i was driving near my house and the street was semi flooded
[1:15:33 AM:] Kristy: i was smoking
[1:15:41 AM:] Kristy: and i had the window open about 1/4 way
[1:16:00 AM:] Kristy: a car went by and water went all over my windshield and into my car. i was soaked
[1:16:11 AM:] x: oh, fuck, poor kristy
[1:16:13 AM:] Kristy: it was great
[1:16:19 AM:] Kristy: yes, i was alone
[1:16:22 AM:] x: woke you up, i guess
[1:16:27 AM:] Kristy: yes
[1:16:30 AM:] x: lol
[1:16:40 AM:] Kristy: i loved it
[1:16:46 AM:] x: why
[1:17:06 AM:] Kristy: i dont know. it was scary for a sec because i couldn't see out of my windows
[1:17:07 AM:] x: tunnel vision, rain and soaked is not something I think of to love
[1:17:20 AM:] Kristy: but at the same time it was cool.
[1:17:41 AM:] x: You crack me up sometimes.
[1:17:51 AM:] Kristy: i stodd under my awning by my back door for a minute because the rain was pouring off of it
[1:18:00 AM:] Kristy: i figured if i was gonna get wet already, i may as well enjoy it
[1:18:06 AM:] x: cool
[1:18:07 AM:] Kristy: so i did
[1:18:12 AM:] x: I like rain
Has anyone seen "As Good as It Gets"? I think I am going to rent it today. How about "Shopgirl"? I saw it last night. Two thumbs up; it had quite and effect on me.
[1:14:43 AM:] X: so you ok or not
[1:14:48 AM:] Kristy: i think i'm getting ill
[1:14:56 AM:] x: stop it
[1:14:57 AM:] Kristy: on the way home i had tunnel vision
[1:15:01 AM:] Kristy: does that ever happen to you?
[1:15:07 AM:] x: when I'm real tired
[1:15:15 AM:] Kristy: like, i couldn't look @ anything but the tail lights of the car in front of me
[1:15:18 AM:] Kristy: and it was pouring
[1:15:29 AM:] x: that's scary. were you by yourself?
[1:15:31 AM:] Kristy: and then i was driving near my house and the street was semi flooded
[1:15:33 AM:] Kristy: i was smoking
[1:15:41 AM:] Kristy: and i had the window open about 1/4 way
[1:16:00 AM:] Kristy: a car went by and water went all over my windshield and into my car. i was soaked
[1:16:11 AM:] x: oh, fuck, poor kristy
[1:16:13 AM:] Kristy: it was great
[1:16:19 AM:] Kristy: yes, i was alone
[1:16:22 AM:] x: woke you up, i guess
[1:16:27 AM:] Kristy: yes
[1:16:30 AM:] x: lol
[1:16:40 AM:] Kristy: i loved it
[1:16:46 AM:] x: why
[1:17:06 AM:] Kristy: i dont know. it was scary for a sec because i couldn't see out of my windows
[1:17:07 AM:] x: tunnel vision, rain and soaked is not something I think of to love
[1:17:20 AM:] Kristy: but at the same time it was cool.
[1:17:41 AM:] x: You crack me up sometimes.
[1:17:51 AM:] Kristy: i stodd under my awning by my back door for a minute because the rain was pouring off of it
[1:18:00 AM:] Kristy: i figured if i was gonna get wet already, i may as well enjoy it
[1:18:06 AM:] x: cool
[1:18:07 AM:] Kristy: so i did
[1:18:12 AM:] x: I like rain
Has anyone seen "As Good as It Gets"? I think I am going to rent it today. How about "Shopgirl"? I saw it last night. Two thumbs up; it had quite and effect on me.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Baby Jack Loves the White Sox
Jack & Gramma
Jack looking curious
Smiling as usual
Playing patty-cake & laughing out loud!
His bib says "I'm a little White Sox Fan" (but my bro's hands are covering that part.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Believe!
Sorry I haven't posted in a long time.
Coming soon will be photos from the second World Series game; I was one of the lucky ones who was in attendance. Also, I will be posting home videos from the southwest side near my house & Bridgeport!
I was at Midway yesterday for the White Sox homecoming. I was interviewed by the Chicago Tribune & the Associated Press. I don't know if I made today's paper or not. I will be posting photos from that, too!
Today is the celebration parade. I can see them setting up from outside our office windows. I believe our whole office will be in attendance during our lunch -- our boss want it that way :)
Coming soon will be photos from the second World Series game; I was one of the lucky ones who was in attendance. Also, I will be posting home videos from the southwest side near my house & Bridgeport!
I was at Midway yesterday for the White Sox homecoming. I was interviewed by the Chicago Tribune & the Associated Press. I don't know if I made today's paper or not. I will be posting photos from that, too!
Today is the celebration parade. I can see them setting up from outside our office windows. I believe our whole office will be in attendance during our lunch -- our boss want it that way :)
I still can't believe that they were IN the World Series, let alone that they actually WON it after 88 years.
Monday, October 03, 2005
My Condolences Go Out to My Baby Brother
You're too cool and adorable for her anyway, Dave!
In other news, Go Go White Sox! I went to their rally today at Block 37 downtown. It was $money$.
I'm going to the game on Wednesday w/ my pops. He got stellar seats.
Congrats to my dad for making the Sunday Chicago Sun-Times.
Congrats to my nephew Jack for getting his first tooth at 3 months.
In other news, Go Go White Sox! I went to their rally today at Block 37 downtown. It was $money$.
I'm going to the game on Wednesday w/ my pops. He got stellar seats.
Congrats to my dad for making the Sunday Chicago Sun-Times.
Congrats to my nephew Jack for getting his first tooth at 3 months.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Its That Time Again
Gloria, you're always on the run now
Running after someone, you gotta get him somehow
I think you've got to slow down before you start to blow it
I think you're headed for a breakdown, so be careful not to show it
You really don't remember, was it something that he said?
are the voices in your head calling, Gloria?
Gloria, don't you think you're fallin'?
If everybody wants you, why isn't anybody callin'?
don't you have to answer?
Leave them hangin' on the line, calling Gloria
Gloria, I think they got your number
I think they got the alias that you've been living under
But you really don't remember, was it something that they said?
all the voices in your head calling, Gloria?
Gloria, how's it gonna go down?
Will you meet him on the main line, or will you catch him on the rebound?
Will you marry for the money, take a lover in the afternoon?
Feel your innocence slipping away, don't believe it's comin' back soon
Running after someone, you gotta get him somehow
I think you've got to slow down before you start to blow it
I think you're headed for a breakdown, so be careful not to show it
You really don't remember, was it something that he said?
are the voices in your head calling, Gloria?
Gloria, don't you think you're fallin'?
If everybody wants you, why isn't anybody callin'?
don't you have to answer?
Leave them hangin' on the line, calling Gloria
Gloria, I think they got your number
I think they got the alias that you've been living under
But you really don't remember, was it something that they said?
all the voices in your head calling, Gloria?
Gloria, how's it gonna go down?
Will you meet him on the main line, or will you catch him on the rebound?
Will you marry for the money, take a lover in the afternoon?
Feel your innocence slipping away, don't believe it's comin' back soon
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Thought this was cute
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who's not a creep.
One who's handsome, smart and strong,
Who's not afraid to admit when he is wrong.
One who thinks before he speaks.
When he promises to call, he doesn't wait six weeks.
I pray that he is gainfully employed,
Won't lose his cool when he's annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh send me a man who will make love to my mind.
Know what to say when I ask "How fat is my behind?"
One who'll make love till my body's a' itchin'
He brings ME a sandwich too, when he goes to the kitchen.
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And never compare me to my best friend.
Thank you in advance and now I'll just wait,
For I know you will send him before it's too late.
Amen
I pray for a man who's not a creep.
One who's handsome, smart and strong,
Who's not afraid to admit when he is wrong.
One who thinks before he speaks.
When he promises to call, he doesn't wait six weeks.
I pray that he is gainfully employed,
Won't lose his cool when he's annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh send me a man who will make love to my mind.
Know what to say when I ask "How fat is my behind?"
One who'll make love till my body's a' itchin'
He brings ME a sandwich too, when he goes to the kitchen.
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And never compare me to my best friend.
Thank you in advance and now I'll just wait,
For I know you will send him before it's too late.
Amen
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
In The Name Of God, The Most Merciful, The Most Compassionate
What it is, what it is, what it is
What it is
What it is, what it is, what it is
What it is
See me, want me, give me, trust me
Feed me, fuck me, love me, touch me
This whole world is cold and ugly
What we are is low and lovely
I am the most beautiful boogie man
The most beautiful boogie man
Let me be your famous nightmare
Close your eyes and ill be right there
While...Open...All...Over...Again
See me, touch me, give me, want me
Feed me, fuck me, trust me, love me
This whole world is cold and ugly
What we are is low and lovely
I am the most beautiful boogie man
The most beautiful boogie man
Let me be your famous nightmare
Close your eyes and ill be right there
While...Open...All...Over...Again...Again
Again
What it is, what it is, what it is
What it is
What it is, what it is, what it is
What it is
See me, want me, give me, trust me
Feed me, fuck me, love me, touch me
This whole world is cold and ugly
What we are is low and lovely
I am the most beautiful boogie man
The most beautiful boogie man
Let me be your famous nightmare
Close your eyes and ill be right there
While...Open...All...Over...Again
See me, touch me, give me, want me
Feed me, fuck me, trust me, love me
This whole world is cold and ugly
What we are is low and lovely
I am the most beautiful boogie man
The most beautiful boogie man
Let me be your famous nightmare
Close your eyes and ill be right there
While...Open...All...Over...Again...Again
Again
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