My fingertips are holding onto
The cracks in our foundation
And I know that I should let go, but I can't
And every time we fight I know it's not right
Every time that you're upset and I smile
I know I should forget, but I can't
Friday, May 25, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
...
He left no time to regret
Kept his dick wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I'll go back to black
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to.....
I go back to us
I love you much
It's not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside
Kept his dick wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I'll go back to black
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to.....
I go back to us
I love you much
It's not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
Black, black, black, black, black, black, black,
I go back to
I go back to
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black
Amy Winehouse - Back to Black
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
Black, black, black, black, black, black, black,
I go back to
I go back to
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black
Amy Winehouse - Back to Black
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Well Since This Is Still Working
Wow this is still here eh?
Well alright I guess I can make a post of some sort...
My grandfather died... went to his funeral... couldn't help having such weird morbid thoughts like 'how did they get such a big man into such a little box?' yeah I know he was cremated but the thought still pops up...
My aunt is still in the hospital...
My other aunt has flown back home to Saskatchewan...
another aunt... well she can go to hell since she doesn't care anyway...
Haven't heard from my grandmother... neither has my mom...
Raistlan's back to bad migraines again... *insert sarcastic yay here*
Keenan, the Wednesday after my grandfathers funeral decided to jump off of grandma's playset and hurt his foot... mini crutches for a lil kid... cute as hell... trying to teach a stubborn six year old how to use the damn things after he's already fallen once from them ... frustrating as hell....
(he's fine now the crutches and what not were a precaution - his foot is ok)
Gambit, woke his father up last thursday at 4am unable to breathe, made a trip to the hospital - they didn't see anything wrong with him but gave him oxygen , and then again on friday at 4am...no trip to hospital this time - comes to my house no waking up in the middle of the night. I mention the fact that his father and grandmother both smoke in the house?? mhmm...
We had two eggs hatch - one of the babies didn't make it... the other baby was being neglected and had something strange happen with its food and such (long long story) so he's been taken out of the nesting box and put in his own little brooder (incubator) and I've taken over the mommy and daddy role and am feeding this lil baby about once every 2 to 3 hours.. Keenan and Gambit have named him Falzar (no we don't know if its a boy) I've been calling him 'nekkid lil chicken' he's only about 8 or 9 days old maybe a lil older... we're just hoping he makes it... so far so good.
that's about all that's been up here for the last little while...
nothing to mention about myself *shrugs*
I'm the same boring fat white pasty short Canadian as I've always been...
my heart hurts and I'm broke...
laters
Well alright I guess I can make a post of some sort...
My grandfather died... went to his funeral... couldn't help having such weird morbid thoughts like 'how did they get such a big man into such a little box?' yeah I know he was cremated but the thought still pops up...
My aunt is still in the hospital...
My other aunt has flown back home to Saskatchewan...
another aunt... well she can go to hell since she doesn't care anyway...
Haven't heard from my grandmother... neither has my mom...
Raistlan's back to bad migraines again... *insert sarcastic yay here*
Keenan, the Wednesday after my grandfathers funeral decided to jump off of grandma's playset and hurt his foot... mini crutches for a lil kid... cute as hell... trying to teach a stubborn six year old how to use the damn things after he's already fallen once from them ... frustrating as hell....
(he's fine now the crutches and what not were a precaution - his foot is ok)
Gambit, woke his father up last thursday at 4am unable to breathe, made a trip to the hospital - they didn't see anything wrong with him but gave him oxygen , and then again on friday at 4am...no trip to hospital this time - comes to my house no waking up in the middle of the night. I mention the fact that his father and grandmother both smoke in the house?? mhmm...
We had two eggs hatch - one of the babies didn't make it... the other baby was being neglected and had something strange happen with its food and such (long long story) so he's been taken out of the nesting box and put in his own little brooder (incubator) and I've taken over the mommy and daddy role and am feeding this lil baby about once every 2 to 3 hours.. Keenan and Gambit have named him Falzar (no we don't know if its a boy) I've been calling him 'nekkid lil chicken' he's only about 8 or 9 days old maybe a lil older... we're just hoping he makes it... so far so good.
that's about all that's been up here for the last little while...
nothing to mention about myself *shrugs*
I'm the same boring fat white pasty short Canadian as I've always been...
my heart hurts and I'm broke...
laters
Sunday, April 29, 2007
A Dying Childs Wish...
A little boy named Shane Bernier is 7 years old and he is unfortunately dying of Leukemia. His only wish is to make it into the Guinness Book of World Records. To do this he would like to receive as many birthday cards as possible. We would like to help! Perhaps you can use your own network of friends and family to make this boy's dream come true. It is a small expense for Shane's dream.
Shane's Birthday is May 30th.
What a great thing it would be for this little boy to not only get as many birthday cards as possible but to get them from around the world.
I'm asking that you help this boy by buying him a birthday card and sending it to him, think of it as a favour to me ;)
Shane Bernier
Box 484
Lancaster, Ontario
Canada
K0C 1N0
Shane's Birthday is May 30th.
What a great thing it would be for this little boy to not only get as many birthday cards as possible but to get them from around the world.
I'm asking that you help this boy by buying him a birthday card and sending it to him, think of it as a favour to me ;)
Shane Bernier
Box 484
Lancaster, Ontario
Canada
K0C 1N0
