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Okay, so now my header graphic is working again, and I didn't do anything different to my LiveJournal overrides.
I'm kind of weirded out.
Since editor meetings don't start until tomorrow, I'm totally open today. [Maybe Brittney will call and we'll get Chinese food from Maple Garden? Haha. ^.~]
I'm in disbelief that Peter Jennings died last night. I really wish it would have been someone we can do without, like Bill O'Reilly or Ann Coulter.
I think I want my hair the way her's is, except instead of the dark brown, it would be a dark red/auburn color.
I finally remembered to bring my poems I wrote the other night, so, I'll end my post with that.
They're all title-less.
------
You fly
like the dust in the air
with no discontent,
just enjoying yourself.
Seeping
though thorough frustration
the manifestation of this digression,
just eroding yourself.
Stop
and complete
all the wonderful
lines that you
haven't written.
Stop
and cease
all the arrogant
nagging that you
hide away.
Life is a pattern.
Made from numbers,
shapes,
colors.
This is a trend
better forgotten.
These are words
better left to the dust.
------
Any way you do.
It's
relative to
nothing.
I see past the oblivious,
While I'm guilty of somnambulance.
Tread.
Give yourself.
Any way you do.
Your spit.
My floor.
Your entrance exam.
You pass.
A hollow victory for one hundred percent.
I rate myself daily.
Among those that matter.
About things that are relevant.
I cross the line.
Any way you do.
For nothing, unlike you.
------
I'll have the one in the window.
The one in the corner.
Lonely.
But content.
May I cut in?
I'd like this dance.
Okay, thanks anyway.
Please hang up and try again.
You're swift.
Surely,
something you knew.
Where has my sense of direction gone?
The one in the corner was just sold.
The owner will be here at noon.
I'll take a glass of water,
with a grain of salt.
Sit in the corner.
I know where I'm going.
------
Good day. :)
I'm kind of weirded out.
Since editor meetings don't start until tomorrow, I'm totally open today. [Maybe Brittney will call and we'll get Chinese food from Maple Garden? Haha. ^.~]
I'm in disbelief that Peter Jennings died last night. I really wish it would have been someone we can do without, like Bill O'Reilly or Ann Coulter.
I think I want my hair the way her's is, except instead of the dark brown, it would be a dark red/auburn color.
I finally remembered to bring my poems I wrote the other night, so, I'll end my post with that.
They're all title-less.
------
You fly
like the dust in the air
with no discontent,
just enjoying yourself.
Seeping
though thorough frustration
the manifestation of this digression,
just eroding yourself.
Stop
and complete
all the wonderful
lines that you
haven't written.
Stop
and cease
all the arrogant
nagging that you
hide away.
Life is a pattern.
Made from numbers,
shapes,
colors.
This is a trend
better forgotten.
These are words
better left to the dust.
------
Any way you do.
It's
relative to
nothing.
I see past the oblivious,
While I'm guilty of somnambulance.
Tread.
Give yourself.
Any way you do.
Your spit.
My floor.
Your entrance exam.
You pass.
A hollow victory for one hundred percent.
I rate myself daily.
Among those that matter.
About things that are relevant.
I cross the line.
Any way you do.
For nothing, unlike you.
------
I'll have the one in the window.
The one in the corner.
Lonely.
But content.
May I cut in?
I'd like this dance.
Okay, thanks anyway.
Please hang up and try again.
You're swift.
Surely,
something you knew.
Where has my sense of direction gone?
The one in the corner was just sold.
The owner will be here at noon.
I'll take a glass of water,
with a grain of salt.
Sit in the corner.
I know where I'm going.
------
Good day. :)