necessity is the mother of invention

afternoon Missy

what i did last summer.....


hmmmm 'No Doubt'


You and me
We used to be together
Every day together always


I really feel
Tha't I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end


It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real,
Well I don't want to know


Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts


Our memories
They can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty frightening


As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry


CHORUS

It's all ending
I gotta stop pretending who we are...
You and me
I can see us dying ... are we?


what did you do last summer?

Dear Diary

does that mean i have you all to myself???

well except you KId...but hey, you've heard me rave...o yea

honey i'm home

i am OUT THERE lol

look what i found..

i am just a figment of your imagination....a projection of the movie in your mind's eye...

i am something for everyone and sometimes nothing...it all depends on you.

do you look this way? do you see me ?
what part of me do you see?
is it the mirror i often hold, or an image i have designed for you, like the dress i chose today....????????


what is real? can you hold it forever?

if real means fixed....predictable....reliably the same....

i am not real.

i change every time i experience more. I morph.


and what of this "I"....this fabricated and manufactured 'REAL' "I" ???

this "I" that has been conditioned and programmed and educated and indoctrinated by religion and social structures???

is she me? where is the authentic "I" ??? so what is real.... and let's just say one could arrive at an awareness and shed the layers of garments cloaking the original self....

what does that look like ? and who qualifies reality....


if i am discovering myself as i go...if my life is the unfolding journey before me, presenting me with situations that challenge my comfort zone...who will i become?

there are no guarantees


i have been a million mothers in just this lifetime alone
and i am still comforting the child within

i am more wary of attachment to self and a self importance of identity, than dignifying my ego with what the trappings of society dictate.


what is real?

i tend to enjoy the journey rather than the image of the destination

i don't know anymore
about what i thought was real or not real.

i'm a racist....i don't like wasps


or most white people in general...but i am willing to recognize the rare exceptions

ohhhh purple... a little massage here and there you'll be fine...oh yeah and slow head...my cureall for all headaches !!!

have one and call me in the morning!!!

xxx

argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Katers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the time has been brought to you by............


the letter L and the number 9

nope no sheep in here ....and she can't sing ...don't let her foooool ya!!!

IT'S IN SHOCK

must i name names??????


Rapunzel and grannitbrain



must be a match made in steroid drug heaven....they have so much substance abuse between them...i wonder who sees what in whom????


actually I DON'T WONDER


I DON'T DARE

Muriel was NEVER INNOCENT!!!

I will stay in here....maybe they'll follow me into the Diary!!!


and then you can tell them!!!!

dear diary....



i am sick of women falling and slutting all over the men...it is so disgusting!!!!!! eewwwww eeeewwwwwwwwwwweew eewwwwwww!!!!!


and TELL ME WHY??????????
SO THEY CAN TRASH US ANY CHANCE THEY FEEL LI KE IT