When I wish upon a star ...

i'm really kinda sick of this shit...

I saw you today, for the first time in months.
And for once, I was glad you didn't see me
If you had seen me, you would have see the longing in my eyes.
My longing for you
To hold your hand
To feel the glorious softness of your hair under my fingers
To feel your soft lips on mine
My longing for you to be mine
And me to be yours
I saw your beautiful face today, and it made my hears ache

Dogs and cats


Excerpts from a Dog's Diary......


8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!



Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary. ..

Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.
I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of.
However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.'
I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking.
I must try this again tomorrow - but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges.
He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly.
I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.
For now................

ahhhh

Treaty Of Paris is in boston in november on the 17th, and i wanna go see them! ... but i have no one to go with, and i dont wanna go alone, cuz thats depressing

*tear* oh well

house of cards, house of cards, house of cards, house of cards.
denial is bliss, denial is bliss, denial is bliss, denial is bliss.
don't shake the table, don't shake the table, don't shake the table.
house of cards, house of cards, house of cards, house of cards.
don't shake my house of cards, don't shake my house of cards.
one little breeze, and my house comes tumbling down.

i burnt the tips of a few of my fingers today. not too bad, but it hurt for a while. it hurt, but the pain was a little bit of a welcome distraction.

Share with me the blankets that your wrapped in
because its cold outside cold outside its cold outside
share with me the secrets that you kept in
because its cold inside cold inside its cold inside

and your slowly shaking finger tips
show that your scared like me so
let's pretend we're alone
and I know you may be scared
and I know were unprepared
but I don't care

tell me tell me
what makes you think that you are invincible
I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure
please don't tell me that I am the only one that's vulnerable
impossible

I was born to tell you I love you
isn't that a song already
I get a B in originality
and it's true I cant go on without you
your smile makes me see clearer
if you could only see in the mirror what I see

and your slowly shaking finger tips
show that your scared like me so
let's pretend we're alone
and I know you may be scared
and I know were unprepared
but I don't care

tell me tell me
what makes you think that you are invincible
I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure
please don't tell me that I am the only one that's vulnerable
impossible

slow down girl your not going anywhere
just wait around and see
maybe I am much more you never no what lies ahead
I promise I can be anyone I can be anything
just because you were hurt doesn't mean you shouldn't bleed
I can be anyone anything I promise I can be what you need

tell me tell me
what makes you think that you are invincible
I can see it in your eyes that your so sure
please don't tell me that I am the only one that's vulnerable
impossible

SHIBBY!!!

Everything will be okay
Everything will be alright
If I can get away from her
And save my worthless life.
Everything will be okay
Everything will be alright
If I can get away from her
And save my worthless life.

DO IT!
and please be truthfull
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF:

» I committed suicide:
» I said I liked you:
» I kissed you:
» I lived next door to you:
» I started smoking:
» I stole something:
» I was hospitalized:
» I ran away from home:
» I got into a fight and you weren't there:

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:

» Personality:
» Eyes:
» Face:
» Hair:
» Clothes:
» Mannerisms:

[1] Who are you?
[2] Are we friends?
[3] When and how did we meet?
[4] How have I affected you?
[5] What do you think of me?
[6] What's the fondest memory you have of me?
[7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?
[8] Do you love me?
[9] Have I ever hurt you?
[10] Would you hug me?
[11] Would you kiss me?
[12] Would you fuck me?
[13] Are we close?
[14] Emotionally, what stands out?
[15] Do you wish I was cooler?
[16] On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I?
[17] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
[18] Am I loveable?
[19] How long have you known me?
[20] Describe me in one word.
[21] What was your first impression?
[22] Do you still think that way about me now?
[23] What do you think my weakness is?
[24] Do you think I'll get married?
[25] What about me makes you happy?
[26] What about me makes you sad?
[27] What reminds you of me?
[28] What's something you would change about me?
[29] How well do you know me?
[30] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
[31] Do you think I would kill someone?
[32] Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?

My wife made an interesting observation this afternoon while we were standing in line at the grocery store checkout. I didn't notice it, as I was busy handling payment for our groceries. But it bothered her enough that she thought about it on the ride home, and it finally came out as we were putting all our groceries away at home. Her observation went something like this...

"You know, common decency has gone completely out the window these days. When we were at the checkout line a pot pie fell off the conveyor and onto the floor. There were two men standing right behind me that both looked down at the pot pie, and then just ignored it. So here I am, pregnant and with a toddler in one arm, having to bend over and pick it up myself."

Years ago (watch some of the "old" movies, westerns, etc) there used to be a kind of etiquette between men and women. Yes, back when your grandparents were growing up. Used to be that men didn't wear hats indoors, they didn't cuss in front of ladies, and lots of other things. For instance, it was customary for a man to open a door for a lady, be it a car door or door on a building. Men would drop a lady off curbside if it was raining, then after he parked the car he'd run through the rain to meet up with her. Simple things like that.

In today's world, men won't even pick up a pot pie box off the floor, when an obviously pregnant woman carrying a toddler has to pick it up for herself. So why is this the case today? The role of women in our world has changed dramatically. And for the worse!

I don't say this because I want to oppress, or control women. I say this because I firmly believe God intended men and women to have equal, but completely separate roles within a family and societal structure. These roles were designed to fit together like puzzle pieces. What men don't do, women do. What women don't do, men do.

Not a whole to long ago, our society met with the women's suffrage movement. That is, women began trying to "buck the system" if you will. They began demanding 'equal rights', and fighting for women to be allowed into the work place. Even today, we see our Presidential candidates (and their wives) speaking publicly about "the glass ceiling" and how women don't get paid or promoted like men do. Am I against women being in the workplace? Not at all. Do I think God intended them to be there? No. I think God intended women to raise, nurture, care for, and feed families. Men were meant to toil. Keep in mind, a wife/mother's job is no less work!

But, imagine this. Women used to be treated as delicate, special things held up on pedestals. They weren't worshiped, but they were treated with utmost respect. They weren't accepted in the general work place, nor seen as the head of a household for sure. However, men respected women back then.

But, women weren't content for this. So "women" (I mean this in the most general way possible) decided to change how things worked. They fought for "equal rights" and charged out the front doors of their family's home and into the workplace of someone else. They left the kitchens empty, laundry dirty, kids uneducated, untamed, and unfed, and their husband's unsatisfied.

And now, women wonder why men don't treat them any different. After demanding to be treated no different than their male counterparts, demanding the ability to have the same jobs, same pay, benefits, etc. And we wonder why it is men don't pick up items off the floor for a woman. Why men don't open car doors, business doors, give up their jacket or umbrella, or drop off a woman at the curbside when it's pouring rain.

What I am suggesting, is that women got just what they asked for. They wanted to be treated as equals, and so "men" (generally speaking) ignore women just as they would another man. Stuck in the rain? To bad. Have to open a heavy door? You're strong aren't you? Drop your pot pie? Be a man, pick it up yourself.

And we wonder why young men victimize women so much these days. Women asked to be treated the same. They didn't want special treatment anymore. Women demanded that men stop looking at them as if they were "inferior" or less capable. And so men stopped seeing women as special, delicate, weaker vessels that needed protection. Men (and women) stopped teaching their sons that women were to be respected, and protected. Instead, young men (and women) are taught that women are no different than men. They can do the same things, make the same money, and have equal chances at everything. They are peers in a society driven by desire and ambition.

And therefore women are treated like men. Left to fend for themselves against all odds. Because that is the role of the man. Let's face it, women are no longer "ladies". They are competition. Women are no longer cherished by men, protected, and honored. No, instead they are seen as competitors, 'men' that must be conquered and subdued into submission beneath our individual might.

If you want men to stop treating you like men. Act like ladies. Stop fighting for men's roles, stop demanding to be treated as "equal", saying you can do all the same jobs. For if you continue, you are only a competitor in the gladiatorial combat we call society. If we want men to treat women like something special, to respect women, to honor and protect them, then women have to become something special. If women are to be seen as equal to men, they'll be treated as men.

But if women separate themselves from the world of men. If women define themselves as keepers of the home, as nurturers, child raising educators, helpmates, mothers and wives, they'll be treated as such. If you're content with being treated as a man, then keep acting like one.

But if you'd rather be treated like a lady, act as one of those. For I guarantee you, you're worth so, so much more as a lady, than you are a man.

an article i found on one of my sites, nobody knows who wrote it, but it's good

i dont know id it's just me, but lately (in the past year or so) i noticed that when i was younger, i listened to songs, and heard the guys sing about these girls, and now i realize i tried to be like the girls they sang about. not exactly like them, but somewhat. i wanted to be a girl that people looked at and remembered, i wanted to turn heads and break hearts. wanted to be the fearless bad girl who got what ever guy she wanted. it's kinda funny how my music influenced me. i wonder what i would have been like if i had listened to different songs, or if i didnt want to be like those girls?

and oh god, do i even have to say how much "Pour Some Sugar On Me" influenced me? (for those of you who know ... yeah. those who dont, don't ask) like, that shit isn't even funny.

lol, yeah it is. ... maybe i'm tired, cuz i'm acting a little funny, and the screen keeps jumping ... heh...


songs i listened to all the time
"Girl all the bad guys want"
Cause she is watchin' wrestling; Creamin' over tough guys; Listenin' to rap metal; Turntables in her eyes
She likes 'em with a mustache; Racetrack season pass; Drivin' in a Trans-Am; Does a mullet make a man?
There she goes again; With fishnets on, and dreadlocks in her hair

"Are you gonna be my girl?"
Big black boots, long brown hair, she's so sweet with her get back stare.

"Cold hard bitch"
Cold hard bitch; Just a kiss on the lips; And I was on my knees; I'm waiting, give me; Cold hard bitch; She was shakin' her hips; That's all that I need

OMG!!!! Stifflers mom is in the secret life of the american teenager!!! lol

yes i am a loser and watch that show... but hey.

i was watching comedy central, and i heard this, so i figured everyone else would get a kick out of it.

if the fate of the world was resting on my shoulders, i would probably just roll over and fall back asleep