the only thing worse
than bad memories
is no memories at all..
[dismemberment plan]
1.23.2005
I'll Admit It:
I am woman enough to admit that last night, I stayed up watching a DVD of "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" (twice) while stuffing my alarmingly humongous, useless face with Snickers bars and painting my nails on my horribly fat sausage fingers -- and yes, I almost cried. Okay fine, I actually cried (only a little bit!!!) when Ian proposed to Toula. What has happened to my life?
I am also woman enough to admit that I love stupid nerd rock bands that sing songs about love and how everyone hates them (think Weezer -- a longtime love of mine), and that I believe that aforementioned nerd rock bands follow me around daily and write songs specifically about me and my situation at the present time.
Case in point: Ozma
Take my hand and follow me to bed
Say you didn't really mean it when you told me to go drop dead
Smile that smile that only you can smile
Say you'll love me in the morning after we've slept in a while
Take my hand and follow me instead
Say you'll love me in the morning after we've cleared out our heads
Nightmares, they've been plaguing me
I'm trapped in a fearful mind
But only til the morningtime
Wake up and love me, baby
So what if we fought last night
We'll start today off right
Let's put it all behind us
Do something to help remind us of how we fell in love
Smile that smile -- We're only here a while
Say you're never gonna ditch me when true love goes out of style
Nightmares, they've been chasing me
I'm lost in a labyrinth mind
But only 'til the morningtime
Wake up and love me, baby
So what if we fought last night
We'll start today off right
Let's put it all behind us
Do something to help remind us of how we fell in love
We fell in love
As for my readers who are unhappy with the way the subject matter has swung (e.g. I have become a big, awful, blubbering vagina -- wah wah wah) these past few weeks, shut the fuck up. I'll post something about my mom peeing in a plastic bag in the car or my dad blowing his nose in the newspaper in public places soon enough. I'm sure it'll happen again eventually -- unfortunately.
[Peek-a-Foo]