| I hold your hand in mine, dear, I press it to my lips. I take a healthy bite From your dainty fingertips. My joy would be complete, dear, If you were only here, But still I keep your hand As a precious souvenir. The night you died I cut it off, I really don't know why. For now each time I kiss it I get bloodstains on my tie. I'm sorry now I killed you, For our love was something fine, And till they come to get me I shall hold your hand in mine. --Unknown |
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| I don't know if its a happy ending, but here we are let loose in open fields... --Unknown |
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| Throughout my life I have picked up my guitar when I was throwing plates. That always happens. You're about to destroy your apartment and you pick up your guitar and you always get a great song out of that, and I've always used that as kind of medicine. -- James Marsters |
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| Lilah: "Funny thing about black and white mix it together and you get grey and it doesn't matter how much white you add it's still grey." --"Angel" |
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| Ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To know that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. --Robert Frost's "Fire and Ice" |
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| Fred: "I like to remember things my own way. How I remembered them. Not necessarily the way they happened." --Lynch's "Lost Highway" |
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| We tried to find our souls and lose the innocence that won't let go, so we crossed the line and can't turn back. Happy endings never last cuz there's always more stories never told... --Unknown |
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| "When I said I supported free speech, I was talking about my right to say whatever I wanted, not yours." |
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| For long you'll live and high you'll fly, Smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry, But all you you touch and all you see, Is all your life will ever be. --Unknown |
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| �Please excuse the long letter � I didn�t have time to write a short one.� � Pascal | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Hehe! This is about my personality. Like just 3% of the population you are a PROBER (DICF) --curious, passionate, driven, and probing. You're the kind of person who can't leave well enough alone. You have a very strong personality and a sense of adventure. And you'd rather go out and experience things for yourself than take someone else's word for it. Some people probably think you're a maniac. People have a hard time believing you're an intelligent person. Perhaps there's a reason for this? Time will tell. |
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| You were my little baby girl And I knew all your fears Such joy to hold you in my arms And kiss away your tears But now you're gone There's only pain And nothing I can do And I don't want to live this life If I can't live for you |
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| I'm not really into gambling. (Unless you count getting a student loan in the hopes that a Masters in English would make me more employable than a BA therein. Lost several thousand on that one.) | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| A character never gets truly interesting or sympathetic until they're bleeding. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I'm strange, and I also like Jesus, but not in a creepy "Hi, can I talk to you about THE LORD?" kind of way. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I suspect that 2002 didn't go anywhere. I think it locked 2003 in a closet and assumed its name. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I also plan to write a letter filled with hate so foul, the paper might spontaneously combust. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| There is a fine line between irony and contrivance. -- Skyzy | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Your efficiency is making their normalcy unacceptable. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Let your words be sweet; you may have to eat them later. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| You are a genius! That is exactly what I think without ever having thought it. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Lack of Self-Control or addiction? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I still have a very clear sense memory of my mother's elbow impacting with my ribcage one Sunday morning when my brother and I, hung-over and not entirely awake, threw back the communion wine like it was a shot. C'mon, those little glasses, it's easy to get confused. | STAFF NOTICE: Due to escalating costs, increased competition and a keen desire to stay in Business it is necessary to change our terms of employment. It will now be necessary to do something called work in between the coffee breaks, lunch breaks, tea breaks, smokingbreaks, toilet breaks, etc. It is the management intention to call this: THE WORK BREAK |
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| So, I bought a case of wine from Trader Joe's. It cost me only $24. I was so excited at how cheap it was. I was really touched out of proportion to the actual cash value. |
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| Fred: "I like to remember things my own way. How I remembered them. Not necessarily the way they happened." --Lynch's "Lost Highway" |
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| I prefer the Agatha Christie type of murder. Generally I appreciate killers who try not to leave a mess. If they clean up after themselves, so much the better. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I most certainly am not proactive. I'm barely reactive. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| It's your birthday. You can spread all the lies and misinformation you like. On your birthday, you're like the CIA. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Rants tend to be incoherent weirdness. But, not mine. Mine are elegant and well-reasoned. At least they are as I type them. Later, when I read them, they somehow degenerate into choppy syntax, lame argument, and self-pitying remarks. I don't know how the internet DOES that! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| It's not like they don't do their part. Glittery boobs got me a free drink at the bar the other night. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I live like I type: fast, with a lot of mistakes. I feel the loss of motor function adds character, and anyway I want to build my alibi for when I start accidentally whacking upside the head people who piss me off. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Reality is for people who have insufficient access to Buffy. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||