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hello all
work was good, but long.....is it just me or is it weird for an introductory first shift to be 9 hours long. gah. strangely, the 5am start didn't seem to kill me as much as i thought it was going to. but we shall see, particularly as i have another one on wednesday. hooray. still. that's 9 hours of getting paid. with three more shifts booked. roll on, my savings account.
and i now work with what seem to be really nice people. so hooray.
does anyone have a good method of getting music out of your head? i've had various bits from the dresden dolls stuck in my head for almost all of the last week. particularly 'the jeep song' and 'half jack' and occasionally 'bad habit'. why is it never 'the perfect fit' that i'm humming, which i like better? although half jack's still pretty good. just not over and over again. please, someone help me, my head's driving me mad. although thanks connor for providing me with cinder and smoke, which gave me a brief reprieve last night. thanks rey, more iron and wine would be good, i have a grand total of one song. i'll see you tuesday...
i have a coldsore....coldsores are the bitch. and soon i'm going to have a coldsore AND it's going to be a bad time of the month AND i'm going to be working early mornings. watch out everyone. don't say later i didn't warn you.
la. what else.
i could make a dress
a robe fit for a prince
i could clothe a continent
but i can't sew a stitch
i can paint my face
and stand very very still
its not very practical
but it still pays the bills
i can't change my name
but i could be your type
i can dance and win at games
like backgammon and life
i used to be the smart one
sharp as a tack
funny how that skipping years ahead
has held me back
i used to be the bright one
top in my class
funny what they give you when you
just learn how to ask
i can write a song
but i cant sing in key
i can play piano
but i never learned to read
i can't trap a mouse
but i can pet a cat
no, i'm really serious
i'm really very good at that
i can't fix a car
but i can fix a flat
i could fix alot of things
but i'd rather not get into that
i used to be the bright one
smart as a whip
funny how you slip so far when
teachers dont keep track of it
i used to be the tight one
the perfect fit
funny how those compliments can
make you feel so full of it
i can shuffle cut and deal
but i can't draw a hand
i can't draw a lot of things
i hope you understand
i'm not exceptionally shy
but i've never had a man
that i could look straight in the eye
and tell my secret plans
i can take a vow
and i can wear a ring
and i can make you promises but
they won't mean a thing
can't you do it for me, i'll pay you well
fuck i'll pay you anything if you could end this
can't you just fix it for me, it's gone berserk...
fuck i'll give you anything
if you can make the damn thing work
can't you just fix it for me, ill pay you well,
fuck ill pay you anything
if you can end this hell
hello, i love you, will you tell me your name?
hello, i'm good for nothing - will you love me just the same?
la, now i'm emo/cliched/cool. i probably have more i should write, but i'm going to go do something worthwhile, like sleep or somesuch. more later if i get particularly bored.
see most of you guys tomorrow...
love to m, r, k, j
s.