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Shaved Head...

equals one less thing on the bucket list.

It's never too early to start on things like that.

Having less then 1-inch hair is a strange rollercoaster of an experience.

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Also, Cripsy Mint M&M's are awesome.  

Who....

is sayin' haam?

To all the punks....

Who said I would never go anywhere, do anything, make anything of myself. Who told  me I was stupid, ugly and unkind. Who spread rumors, who promoted ill-will. Who were mean to me in high school, belittled me and were in general just mean to me... I give you these lyrics courtesy of  Alanis Morrisette

I had disengaged to avoid being totaled
I would run away and say good riddance, soon enough
I had grown disgusted by your small-minded ceiling
To imagine myself bolting had not been difficult
Soon be my life
Soon be my pace
Soon be my choice of which you'll have no part of
Unprodigial daughter and I'm heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last
I'd invite you but I'm busy being unoppressed
I hit the ground running although I know not what toward
I hit the town reeling forgetting all that came before
I felt primed and ready once surrounded by the palms
I felt culture shocked but dissuaded I was not
This is my town
This is my voice
This is my taste of which you've have no part of
Unprodigial daughter and I'm heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last
I'd invite you but I'm busy being unoppressed
One day I'll saddle back and speak of foreign adventures
One day I'll double back and tell you about these unfettered years
One day I'll look back and feel something other than relieved
Glad that I left when I did before "no dear you can't" got the best of me
I'd speak of artistry you would roll your eyes skyward
When I'd speak of spirituality you would label it absurd
When I spoke of possibility you would frown and shake your head
If I had stayed much longer, I'd have surely imploded
These are my words
This is my house
These are my friends of which you've had no part
Unprodigial daughter and I'm heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last
I'd invite you but I'm busy being unoppressed
Unprodigial daughter and I'm heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last
I'd invite you but I'm busy being unoppressed

It is with great sadness

It has been brought to my attention that some people have been reading about my journal and I have no want for them to know any information about me. Things that happen in the past that are good are worth remembering. But somethings, are best left where they were, in the past.

I will also be using this time to update my friends lists. This journal from hence forth will be friends only. If you want to keep reading, post a simple yes here. With this being said....



Friends only... Comment to be added. ;)

New Name!

Yep! I renamed my journal... my old name just did not make sense anymore. So I am now Sanrio Freak! :D If you see the new name don't be alarmed it is just me! 

:D

Breathe me...

Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Ouch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Despite the fact this was on the final episode of Six Feet Under... it is a very good song, and a very good fit to my mood right now.
If I were you (and I wish that I were you)
All the things I'd do to make myself turn blue
I suppose I'd start by removing all my clothes,
tie my pantyhose around my neck

I'll be that girl - and you would be right over
If I were a field, you would be in clover
If I were the sun, you would be in shadow
And if I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow

If you will not have me as myself,
perhaps as someone else
Perhaps as you I'll be worth noticing
Then even a eunuch won't resist
The magic of a kiss from such as me

I'll be that girl - and you would be right over
If I were a field, you would be in clover
If I were the sun, you would be in shadow
If I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow

It's time to kick off your shoes,
learn how to choose sadness
It's time to throw off those chains,
addle our brains with madness

'Cause we've got plenty of time
to grow old and die
But when at last your beauty's faded
you'll be glad that I have waited for you

When you're done
with being beautiful and young
When that course is run, then come to me

I'll be that girl - and you would be right over
If I were a field, you would be in clover
If I were the sun, you would be in shadow
If I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow

There'd be no tomorrow
There'd be no tomorrow
There'd be no tomorrow
There'd be no tomorrow