I need you too much...
~a christmas card came in today; apparently, i'm on a mailing list that i thought i got taken off of. the knife is twisted counter clockwise now. just out of reach...but that's how i like it. perhaps i'll get her a New Year's card...
maybe Kwanzaa? ;)
am i supposed to be enthused or angry? i'm certainly confused, slightly amused, and totally disturbed. *shrugs* oh well, nothing sez christmas like Morrissey. perhaps phillip was right...maybe we should have gone out tonight. too bad i'm going to be asleep by the time that he gets home.
ahhh, Madonna, i feel so much better.
~~i don't think i've ever felt like this on Christmas, ever in my life. this year, was just a little too much for me, i think. Troy and i made each other feel better, tho; we're good at that. we are each others therapists. we cry and scream and rail on the fone, and the world makes sense again.
he's determined that He and I are going to be the two Old Cat Ladies on the block. *shrugs* we'll see. i like the thought of he and i traveling a little bit, and doing stuff more often.
he sounds like he's settling right now; that makes me very sad, in a way, but at the same time, we both know and accept it, like it's supposed to happen this way. he said this is the third/fourth time that has happened...4th if you consider the mother of his son,...
i miss his David. we talked about TARNATION and this other documentary that i've been considering renting about this Recluse guy that had covered his apt in a World of art. He pretty much lived in his own Little World. incredibly insanely beautiful. TARNATION made me so sad; i feel so horrible for that man and his mother>>>Who was Incredibly Beautiful. troy saw a lot of himself in it, at the same parts that i saw, which was creepy, we agreed. :) we are psycho.
i purchased lots of goodies with my gift certificates today...amazon.com and gothrosary goodness! yay!!!
got a Kiki and Herb cd; which i realize now whom the Dresden Dolls are ripping off. but s'ok...i still like them. i think phillip and i should be something in btn the two groups for Hallows, next year. it would suit us.
well, either that or Morrissey impersonators...that could be fun.
"it's my life, to ruin, my own way..." morrissey "alma matters"
i feel like writing. be not afraid of my inane babble. i am Emily Dickinson, writing for my desk drawers...
must be tha tbook of bad goth poetry that tonya got me...lol!
"just because..."
you always say you are sorry
just as you are walking out the door
i'm tired, we're tired...the room is tired and sad.
it's time, again, my dear...
it is time.
i told you that this day would come
just because it did, doesn't mean that i don't know who you are
that i don't know what to do
that i don't love you...
it just means that it's time to do what we both know is right.
"She Said"
she'd call
she'd miss you
she'd want you to come back
she said lots of things
but who's arms are around your waist right now?
what hand is holding your chin
cupping your breast
guilding the lillies that trim the fields
watching her leave, once again,
i can only hope that this time it will be the last.
"Eros"
in dark blue jeans
swagger in hips
blushing with pride
soft hands, socked feet
tousled locks
rogue, where art thou going?
why do you go, where you go?
can i go with you?
take me to where i have always wanted to go...
go to where the Real Men are
where the women are Men, and girls will be boys
where Boys like boys and girls like Grrls.
Eros, you are a good son...you've taught us well.
foolishly, shyly...you take my hand and lead the way out the front door.
maybe Kwanzaa? ;)
am i supposed to be enthused or angry? i'm certainly confused, slightly amused, and totally disturbed. *shrugs* oh well, nothing sez christmas like Morrissey. perhaps phillip was right...maybe we should have gone out tonight. too bad i'm going to be asleep by the time that he gets home.
ahhh, Madonna, i feel so much better.
~~i don't think i've ever felt like this on Christmas, ever in my life. this year, was just a little too much for me, i think. Troy and i made each other feel better, tho; we're good at that. we are each others therapists. we cry and scream and rail on the fone, and the world makes sense again.
he's determined that He and I are going to be the two Old Cat Ladies on the block. *shrugs* we'll see. i like the thought of he and i traveling a little bit, and doing stuff more often.
he sounds like he's settling right now; that makes me very sad, in a way, but at the same time, we both know and accept it, like it's supposed to happen this way. he said this is the third/fourth time that has happened...4th if you consider the mother of his son,...
i miss his David. we talked about TARNATION and this other documentary that i've been considering renting about this Recluse guy that had covered his apt in a World of art. He pretty much lived in his own Little World. incredibly insanely beautiful. TARNATION made me so sad; i feel so horrible for that man and his mother>>>Who was Incredibly Beautiful. troy saw a lot of himself in it, at the same parts that i saw, which was creepy, we agreed. :) we are psycho.
i purchased lots of goodies with my gift certificates today...amazon.com and gothrosary goodness! yay!!!
got a Kiki and Herb cd; which i realize now whom the Dresden Dolls are ripping off. but s'ok...i still like them. i think phillip and i should be something in btn the two groups for Hallows, next year. it would suit us.
well, either that or Morrissey impersonators...that could be fun.
"it's my life, to ruin, my own way..." morrissey "alma matters"
i feel like writing. be not afraid of my inane babble. i am Emily Dickinson, writing for my desk drawers...
must be tha tbook of bad goth poetry that tonya got me...lol!
"just because..."
you always say you are sorry
just as you are walking out the door
i'm tired, we're tired...the room is tired and sad.
it's time, again, my dear...
it is time.
i told you that this day would come
just because it did, doesn't mean that i don't know who you are
that i don't know what to do
that i don't love you...
it just means that it's time to do what we both know is right.
"She Said"
she'd call
she'd miss you
she'd want you to come back
she said lots of things
but who's arms are around your waist right now?
what hand is holding your chin
cupping your breast
guilding the lillies that trim the fields
watching her leave, once again,
i can only hope that this time it will be the last.
"Eros"
in dark blue jeans
swagger in hips
blushing with pride
soft hands, socked feet
tousled locks
rogue, where art thou going?
why do you go, where you go?
can i go with you?
take me to where i have always wanted to go...
go to where the Real Men are
where the women are Men, and girls will be boys
where Boys like boys and girls like Grrls.
Eros, you are a good son...you've taught us well.
foolishly, shyly...you take my hand and lead the way out the front door.