missellie

she was hungry so hungry
and she was trying to think clear
but she kept opening the fridge door
and looking at the mustard and the beer
and then finally she went out into the rain
carrying her bicycle chain
and her feet worked the pedals
while her appetite steered
and after that she just followed her nose
cuz fate is not just whose cooking smells good
but which way the wind blows

the pouring rain is no place for a bicycle ride
try to hit the breaks
and you slide
and you slide
and you slide


i wish i was articulate enough to get all this out. i guess its for the best that i cant, this is a very public place to air ones wrong doings and dirty laundry.

life is very strange at the moment. i've (knowingly) gotten myself into a situation where i have to be very careful and considerate of others feelings and lord knows i'm a terrible klutz when it comes to things like this. i'm terrified that i'll end up trampling all over everything and lose two people who mean so much to me, i'm not very good with over-thinking and sensitivity. far too self involved. being the spoilt little girl that i am, i'm far better at getting what i want and not constraining myself, which is just not an option.

*sigh* being mature sucks, i want to be giddy and smitten without consequences.

....

on a much less serious note, i got my hair cut on friday. it's kinda like a sideways mullet, long on one side and short on the other. very jekyll (sp?) and hyde.



what d'you think?