Finks I will goes to bed

Nightnight

night

http://www.cafepress.com/1dogthinks.34105981

 

My goal :)

that's the main reason i can;t have dogs anymore.

 

i can never be that person.

 

i can only....

 

ok, now i'm really depressed.

Aghh, don't be depressed

 

I don't think anybody can ever be that person.

 

It's nice to try.

... >.>

Edited January 17, 201214 yr by Crimson_Ayla

but as it turns out i was of some use today because we're having the white bean and bacon soup for dinner cause ... 7:10 and noone else had figured out what to do for dinner.

 

there will be bread and butter as well.

*wonders what ayla edited and what her post now means*

ayla go to bed and have sweet chocolate dreams and don't stay up with the crazy lady.

she is almost bored enough to read ToM...

when my mom was .... much younger than me .... and had much bigger problems than i ever had... she said this song cheered her up.

 

it's... painfully cheerful.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ms10aFaY1xk

I will go to bed now :)

 

I hope you get less bored.

 

Pull funny faces at yourself in a window or something. You might laugh :)

*sends happy*

*receives happy*

 

*sends i back where it belongs*

 

ah, the unmistakeable sound of freezing rain tinkling on the glass,

 

i will not be bored if i drive in that tomorrow thats for sure,

*watches the happy stay right there*

 

Rain sounds nice when you don't think about anything else :)

not rain. ice.

 

rain up in the air, ice as it gets close to the surface.

 

nasty dangerous scary ice. yay. not boring.

go sleepy happy girl

Night cindy :)

and in case anyone was wondering - the moment you give your cat one itty bitty piece of bacon is the minute you cant eat your dinner in peace.

 

i fall for this every time.

night ayla :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_G50W8xSeNw

When your mother sends back all your invitations

And your father to your sister he explains

That you’re tired of yourself and all of your creations

Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mM1am2QlKs

Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

When you’re lost in the rain in Juarez

And it’s Eastertime too

And your gravity fails

And negativity don’t pull you through

Don’t put on any airs

When you’re down on Rue Morgue Avenue

They got some hungry women there

And they really make a mess outta you

 

Now if you see Saint Annie

Please tell her thanks a lot

I cannot move

My fingers are all in a knot

I don’t have the strength

To get up and take another shot

And my best friend, my doctor

Won’t even say what it is I’ve got

 

Sweet Melinda

The peasants call her the goddess of gloom

She speaks good English

And she invites you up into her room

And you’re so kind

And careful not to go to her too soon

And she takes your voice

And leaves you howling at the moon

 

Up on Housing Project Hill

It’s either fortune or fame

You must pick up one or the other

Though neither of them are to be what they claim

If you’re lookin’ to get silly

You better go back to from where you came

Because the cops don’t need you

And man they expect the same

 

Now all the authorities

They just stand around and boast

How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms

Into leaving his post

And picking up Angel who

Just arrived here from the coast

Who looked so fine at first

But left looking just like a ghost

 

I started out on burgundy

But soon hit the harder stuff

Everybody said they’d stand behind me

When the game got rough

But the joke was on me

There was nobody even there to call my bluff

I’m going back to New York City

I do believe I’ve had enough