:: punched, drunk and loved ::

Sonntag, September 26, 2004

The Bucket Theory.
I can't remember all of it (we were probably drinking at the time) but it kind of goes that all of your friends are in buckets spread out around you and sometimes people move into different buckets but it doesn't mean you're not friends anymore it just mean you're not as close, and people change buckets all the time depending on the situation (like I said we were probably drinking).

In a way that's true. People who I don't contact so much are just as dear as those I see all the time - but I have less energy to communicate unless they move into a closer bucket. The friends I have kept are the type of people who when you see each other, you just slip back into place when you last saw them. I know I can be a bad friend because I am useless at email and never remember anyone's Birthdays unless they are very obvious about it and drop hints weeks before (hints like - "it's my Birthday in 3 weeks time").

- Cerebral Soup

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Montag, September 20, 2004

You're a girl power mommy! You love to be girly,
but you're no pushover. Your kids are learning
that gender differences don't have to mean
gender inequality. You've taken back pink, and
you don't care who knows it!

What kind of a freaky mother are you?
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Samstag, September 11, 2004

Somewhere there's speaking
It's already coming in
Oh and it's rising at the back of your mind
You never could get it
Unless you were fed it

Now you're here and you don't know why

But under skinned knees and the skid marks
Past the places where you used to learn
You howl and listen,
Listen and wait for

the Echoes of angels who won't return

You're waiting for someone
To put you together
You're waiting for someone to push you away

There's always another wound to discover
There's always something more you wish he'd say

But you'll just sit tight, and watch it unwind
It's only what you're asking for
And you'll be just fine, with all of your time
It's only what you're waiting for

Out of the island
Into the highway
Past the places where you might have turned
You never did notice, but you still hide away

the Anger of angels who won't return

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Freitag, September 03, 2004

look at how time flies...

no. wait. i really mean... supersonic-ed.

lotsa stuff to say. next time! but just to let u guys n girls noe that.. my supersonic jet hasn't crashed yet! i've not died off s'where... n i miss u all!

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