52 hours and still chuckin'
Monday, May 31, 2004
.... or is that cluckin'. I don't know anything anymore. I'd one miserable hour of sleep for the last couple of days. I'm inside a time capsule, sheltered from the rush of time. Just one more paper to go... and I wonder how much more I can take before I lose consciousness. It'll be an interesting experience being enveloped in pitch black darkness. |
thinking about you
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
Was thinking about you, and of the night you left. I know that time flies very quickly and we will soon be reunited, but I am a girl with a gentle heart after all. Everything is turning misty in my room as I rock myself to sleep. I miss you so much. |
hopeless
Monday, May 10, 2004
Spent 9 long hours settling into work mode which hasn't happen. Like starting the car with no battery, completely and utterly hopeless cause. Perhaps next day would be better, unlike today, and yesterday, and the day before that. |
A Daisy Through Concrete
Friday, May 07, 2004
Wake up the dying
Don't wake up the dead
Change what you're saying
Don't change what you said
Now that it's time that
I got out of bed
When I walk myself
Down Sycamore Street
The sun beats down
No shoes on my feet
And I stumble on
A daisy through concrete
Pink and brown babies
In pink stroller cars
Know that it's good
They don't care where they are
They know that home
Doesn't feel very far
When I walk myself
Down Sycamore Street
The sun beats down
No shoes on my feet
And I stumble on
A daisy through concrete
Here we go
Oh yeah
That's how I like it
Airplane is flying up in the sky
Making a pattern
With the white lines
Looks like a heart
Or maybe a pie
When I walk myself
Down Sycamore Street
The sun beats down
No shoes on my feet
And I stumble on
A daisy through concrete
A daisy through concrete
Eels |
First!
Behold. The glorious first post.
nothing here yet. Shoo now. |
