How can such a high maintenance chick, such as myself, perform such un high maintenance tasks? I am covered in joint compound dust from all the sanding. It's disguesting. So it's hot to see a guy perform manual labor, what about chicks? I'm looking good in my sweatpants and torn up Duke sweatshirt (that little tid bit was for you Trash!) covered in white powder...hmmm...somehow I don't think it works as well for a chick.
AND, I decided to give Nellie a little rest and put on some Liz Phair. I love revisiting music I haven't listened to in awhile. It's like she's speaking to me all over again....i am such a freak today...cheesy grin on my face and lots of nervous energy....wonder why?!?!
Here is the Liz song that made me stop sanding for a brief moment to write yet another journal that basically says absolutely nothing
What a pretty life you have
Oh boy, it's a pretty life you have
And I would need a map
Just so I could navigate the back yard
Home is very ordinary
I know I was born to lead a double life
A murderous strife and misery
And when I find it, I know I'll make sense of me
I want to be cool, tall, vulnerable and luscious
I would have it all if I'd only had this much
No need for Lucifer to fall if he'd learn to keep his mouth shut
I would be be involved
Be involved
Be involved
Be involved
I would be involved with you
I know the girls
That live inside your world
Just sitting next to a mortal makes their skin crawl
I want to be cool, tall, vulnerable and luscious
I would have it all if I'd only had this much
No need for Lucifer to fall if he'd learn to keep his mouth shut
I would be involved with you
I want to be cool, tall, vulnerable and luscious
I would have it all if I'd only had this much
No need for Lucifer to fall if he'd learn to keep his mouth shut
Be involved
Be involved
Be involved
Be involved
I would be involved with you
Oh, with you
AND, I decided to give Nellie a little rest and put on some Liz Phair. I love revisiting music I haven't listened to in awhile. It's like she's speaking to me all over again....i am such a freak today...cheesy grin on my face and lots of nervous energy....wonder why?!?!
Here is the Liz song that made me stop sanding for a brief moment to write yet another journal that basically says absolutely nothing
What a pretty life you have
Oh boy, it's a pretty life you have
And I would need a map
Just so I could navigate the back yard
Home is very ordinary
I know I was born to lead a double life
A murderous strife and misery
And when I find it, I know I'll make sense of me
I want to be cool, tall, vulnerable and luscious
I would have it all if I'd only had this much
No need for Lucifer to fall if he'd learn to keep his mouth shut
I would be be involved
Be involved
Be involved
Be involved
I would be involved with you
I know the girls
That live inside your world
Just sitting next to a mortal makes their skin crawl
I want to be cool, tall, vulnerable and luscious
I would have it all if I'd only had this much
No need for Lucifer to fall if he'd learn to keep his mouth shut
I would be involved with you
I want to be cool, tall, vulnerable and luscious
I would have it all if I'd only had this much
No need for Lucifer to fall if he'd learn to keep his mouth shut
Be involved
Be involved
Be involved
Be involved
I would be involved with you
Oh, with you
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Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can't hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand