11 am and i am awake. WHOA! first time i've been up this early in awhile. i didn't go to bed though..... does that still count?
i'm eating me a blueberry bagel with strawberry cream cheese. this, my friends, is heaven.
i went to go get my 3 rolls of film for my set developed... turns out they were out of disks, and they don't have cd's. what the fuck is that? so i need to find another place that will develop nuddies, or else wait til friday, which i don't wanna do, cuz i'm goin home.
PANTY EXCHANGE!
anyone wanna do it?! 35 free pairs of undies.... u know u want to! let me know.
i've forgotten about my boy. that's right! i never wanted to move, cuz i didn't want to leave him. oooh i haven't forgotten how hot he is, or what we did on his friend's air mattress
i love this poem:
Maya Angelou "Still I Rise"
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
hmmm.... oh, my horoscope is: Hit the road in search of your favorite adventure. Self-sufficient people enjoy each other's company. Transcend the limits and move cheerfully through a place where nothing can stop you.
usually once a month my horoscope is right. i like this one, at least IT wants me to move....
oh, i just joined myspace (thanks to Ayla . do u have it? let me know!
and before i go:
we can't stay here! it's bat country!
~*~Wings~*~
i'm eating me a blueberry bagel with strawberry cream cheese. this, my friends, is heaven.
i went to go get my 3 rolls of film for my set developed... turns out they were out of disks, and they don't have cd's. what the fuck is that? so i need to find another place that will develop nuddies, or else wait til friday, which i don't wanna do, cuz i'm goin home.
PANTY EXCHANGE!
anyone wanna do it?! 35 free pairs of undies.... u know u want to! let me know.
i've forgotten about my boy. that's right! i never wanted to move, cuz i didn't want to leave him. oooh i haven't forgotten how hot he is, or what we did on his friend's air mattress
i love this poem:
Maya Angelou "Still I Rise"
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
hmmm.... oh, my horoscope is: Hit the road in search of your favorite adventure. Self-sufficient people enjoy each other's company. Transcend the limits and move cheerfully through a place where nothing can stop you.
usually once a month my horoscope is right. i like this one, at least IT wants me to move....
oh, i just joined myspace (thanks to Ayla . do u have it? let me know!
and before i go:
we can't stay here! it's bat country!
~*~Wings~*~
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fuckeveryone:
yea or you could just get one of my messenger names (like my aim name listed in my profile) and talk to me...duh!
miss_lady:
That poem is beautiful. NOw, about PANTIES! What's this panty exchange program? When I went to Japan 2 years ago I couldn't wait to see the vending machines where SUPPOSEDLY you can buy 'Schoolgirl Panties', but everyone just laughed when I asked about it. Probably because I'm a GIRL. Stupid sexist country where only men can buy panties out of a vending machine, and dine on sushi served off a nearly-naked woman (true!).