- Murphys law has some ironic truth about it
- NEVER use depilitory cream on your nether-regions or you will be in agony for days on end
- You don't know what love is until it hits you smack bang in the head, and you can no longer think about anyone else. It is unpredictable, and somewhat cruel
- Don't fall asleep with a bowl of sweet chili sauce inyour bed
- You cannot rely on the sydney train system to get you anywhere on time
- You might as well admit to stuff even if you didnt do it, because nobody will believe you if you deny it
- Drinking passion pop or goon (cask wine) may seem like a good idea at the time as it is inexpensive- but you will regret it the next morning
- If you work at a nursing home, make sure you knock before you enter people's rooms, as it is not pleasant to walk in on a 90 year old "beating his meat"
- Myspace remains better than facebook
- Make sure you eat your moneys worth at a buffet, but not so much that you can't stand up
- Im sure there are alot more- but I cant think of them right now
I have some song lyrics I wrote... What do you think?
LITTLE GIRL
Hey little girl wipe your blood-shot eyes
You’re hiding behind all those delicate lies.
Hey little girl I have so much to say
But you said it already before you walked away
And I hope that you’ll be home soon
And I hope it’s not too late
But the sunsets amber and your heart is blue
And if I scream then maybe you’ll wake
‘Cos it’s cold outside
And its lonely when you don’t know yourself
But you talk to the people you create in your mind
In a hope that you’ll leave all your baggage behind
And little girl can I see you again?
Maybe in spring when you can rise my friend
But you wake
And you bleed
And you curse
And you feed
On the promise that life will turn around and scream
I was wrong to leave you hangin’
& I was wrong to forget you’re name
& a chance to see you lick you’re wounds
Is a chance that you’ll soon be sane
My little girl, my little porcelain bride,
You’re mascara is running, and you’re shoes are untied,
When the noose hold you up, you’re stone heart holds you down,
And I’m beginning to wonder if I should just let you drown.
Cos you’re vomiting blood, and you’re bleeding champaigne,
And you’re scarlet lips smudge as you stand in the rain,
And you’re holding the ring, and you’re holding the gun
And I’m holding you’re womb which is holding you’re son.
I was wrong to leave you hangin’
& I was wrong to forget you’re name
& a chance to see you lick you’re wounds
Is a chance that you’ll soon be sane
Little girl, let me read you’re mind,
Let me look at the shadows that you’re leaving behind,
Let me feast on you’re memories, let me savour you’re tears,
Let me consume all you’re passion, let me swallow your fears
You’re lying dead still in a bone white gown,
And you’re high as the stars though you’re six foot down,
And the wooden casket, and the “would have beens”
Are no competition for the way we dreamed
Its a work in progress at the moment.. any suggestions??
4 comments:
Hello there!
What does depilitory cream do to your "nether-regions"? I haven't used it there and am now curious.
Thank you for the kind and sweet comments you are leaving on my blog. It means a lot and I wish I could give you a hug! OK..here is a virtual one...*hug*. :)
I'm sorry to hear about your friend Clare. Her father sounds a bit like my biological father. I am 35 years old and am FINALLY starting to get over my pain with him. Please tell Clare that she needs to remember that:
1) He is an ass.
2) Him being an ass to her has NOTHING to do with her and it's NOT about her. It's his problem. He definitely has issues and knowing this should help free her from the pain that he has caused.
3) Just because he is her father doesn't mean that he is qualified to be one. It's so easy to become a Dad and it takes A LOT of work to be a good one.
4) In my opinion, there are biological fathers and there are "Dads". I say "biological" because they are biologically related to their children...but that is all. "Dads" are the ones that make it their life's work to be there for their child no matter what.
5) Do you think it could be possible that he has any mental illnesses? My biological father is bipolar and over the years I understand more and more that he really couldn't be more than he has been because of his illness. It was difficult getting to the point of thinking that way, though. And before I started thinking that way, I really ragged myself out for YEARS thinking that something was wrong with me and that is why he didn't love me. I will never forget one time he said (when I was 24 years old), "Why do you keep trying to be my friend?". Now when you read that, do you think he has the problem or me? Tell Clare that when I read what he said to her, it's obvious he has the problem, not her.
I hope she gets better and my thoughts are with her.
In your comment on my blog, you said:
"the reason I want to confess, is I guess, I dont know if he would still love me if he knew, therefore, does he actually love me, or does he love the person he thinks I am. Thats so hard to deal with."
I copied and pasted it because I wanted you to read it for yourself. Sometimes seeing things in black and white help.
Maybe this isn't it and I SOOOOO hope that I'm not overstepping my boundaries...but reading that made me think that unconsciously you wanting to tell him is a test for him. If he loves you anyway, then he passes and you will feel loved. If he doesn't, then you feel awful and think "he didn't love me!"...or maybe even think "I knew he didn't love me!".
Ack...I hope you won't get upset by me writing that, but it was a thought and it doesn't mean it's right.
Now, I'm not comparing myself to you, however let me tell you something about myself. I have always had low self-confidence and self-esteem. When I was younger and going out with someone, I would test them in various ways to see if they loved me or not. What I didn't realize then is that I was testing them because I didn't think I was worthy enough to be loved. I expected them to fail because I couldn't imagine anyone loving me.
So, if you wonder why I thought that, there you go. :)
I like your lyrics! They are very good. Do you write lyrics much? Do you play any musical instruments, sing, etc? I wish I had that kind of talent!
I loved the following lines:
- And its lonely when you don’t know yourself
- When the noose hold you up, you’re stone heart holds you down,
And I’m beginning to wonder if I should just let you drown.
- And you’re scarlet lips smudge as you stand in the rain
- And I’m holding you’re womb which is holding you’re son. (OMG, when I read that you should have seen my face! I loved it!)
- You’re lying dead still in a bone white gown, And you’re high as the stars though you’re six foot down. (love it, love it!)
I don't have any suggestions, unfortunately. I've never tried writing lyrics anyway (I've written poems that don't rhyme) and it's awesome that you can.
It's 11:42pm and I am going to bed...need to be up in 6 hours, 17 minutes and 23 seconds...lol!
I wrote a big long comment but lost it! It's in cyber space somewhere. The shortened version is:
1. Your lyrics are great but please don't be sad...I am away over here in the arse end of nowhere worrying about you!
2. Tell Clare that man doesn't deserve her. Someday, when he grows up he'll realise what he lost.
3. Re idiot religion girl - you are a free thinker which is so much more interesting than being a sheep. do what you have to do in school to give yourself choices and then launch yourself into the world. The sheep will have sad, dull boring lives. The free thinkers will have a ball!
4 I agree with Catherine - Never test friends, boyfriends parents .. they can't read your mind and don't know the right answer. they'll always say the wrong thing.
5. Don't respond to blog posts after a night out - it's not big and it's not clever and you'll lose the comments in cyber space.
have a hug from me too.
See ya
HappyStill!!
I'm so glad to see you here as well. :) You're really awesome.
Little Fish, you now have two readers on your blog! :)
I hope you both had a great weekend.
Hey little fish...are you OK?
Just wanted to check up on ya. I've missed seeing ya!
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