| OMG I LOVE THIS SONG |
[Apr. 19th, 2008|09:05 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  inspired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Jimmy Eat World - Electable (Give It Up) | ] |
Let It Happen - Jimmy Eat World
I have a ringing in my head
And no one to help me answer it
Even with you close enough to kiss.
Every minute is arranged
Every moment lasts a day
But thinking about it can't help me let go, I know.
Talk, talking a lot, but it's still talk
Gotta love how it's somehow all on me
All the petty scenes
And all the pretty things
Say whatever you want
'Cause I can laugh it off.
I can laugh it off.
I must look like I'm running away
To you at your faster pace
wonder what it is you could have seen, in me.
I'm the evil one who said.
Gonna let everything just happen
like my chest, my ears are proud
The collision is such an ugly sound.
I can hear you now
Talk, talking a lot, but it's still talk
Gotta love how it's somehow all on me
All the petty scenes
And all the pretty things
Say whatever you want
'Cause I can laugh it off.
Talk, talking a lot, but it's still talk
Gotta love how it's somehow all on me
All the petty scenes
And all the pretty things
Say whatever you want
'Cause I can laugh it off.
I can laugh it off.
I can hear you now
Talk, talking a lot, but it's still talk
Gotta love how it's somehow all on me
All the petty scenes
And all the pretty things
Say whatever you want
'Cause I can laugh it off.
Talk, talking a lot, but it's still talk
Gotta love how it's somehow all on me
All the petty scenes
And all the pretty things
Say whatever you want
'Cause I can laugh it off. |
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| HELP! |
[Aug. 7th, 2007|10:11 am] |
I have a business opportunity: to purchase and manage my own coffee shop. I love the place and have been patronizing it for a couple years. Taking over the shop would mean a tremendous amount of freedom....and a tremendous amount of work and commitment.
Also a tremendous amount of debt. 2,3 years, maybe. Which means it is a 2-3 year job commitment.
And there's the small fact that I have absolutely no barista experience.
What I want to know from ANY and ALL! of you is your opinions/advice/naysaying/heads-ups/etc. ESPECIALLY those of you who have worked in coffeeshops and know all the good and bad that goes with it.
It's a very small coffee shack--one person runs it at a time. The product is a thousand times better than Starbuck's and the location is primo. I would hope to extend the hours and hire another person once I got the routine of running the place down. I just want to know any of your thoughts on this, get as much information as I can!! |
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| Movies you don't care about that Chris Herself is happy to review |
[Dec. 18th, 2006|03:02 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sick | ] |
So. I'm watching "At First Sight" on AMC at 2 in the morning.
First off, who the fuck decided that At First Sight was an American Movie Classic? That's not a B movie, it's a C movie. I looks like a ton of soap opera episodes cut together. I was talking to the movie, as if my insults would suddenly make the movie wise up and not suck.
Second. People in the 90s did not have REAL FUCKING PROBLEMS. The "obstacles" needing to be overcome were laughable. Ooh, wah, your massage made me cry. I love you. Let me fix your life. Ooh, wah, you don't want me to. Ooh, wah, your sister doesn't like me. Ooh, wah, you broke my sculpture. Ooh, wah, you're blind again. Uh...ok, well blindness is kind of an issue.
Third, NO MORE FUCKING CLOSEUPS OF THAT SKINNY BITCH'S FACE. She can't act, she's not really very pretty when she looks like she's about to cry in EVERY FUCKING SCENE, and zooming the camera to pore closeness while she coos and simpers and big fat Kilmer fingers are molding her facial expressions around like clay is the LEAST SEXY THING I'VE EVER SEEN.
Fourth (and arguably most importantly), VAL KILMER IS FUCKING GAY. I mean, these days everybody is gay, but did you know that Val Kilmer was fucking gay in 1999 when the movie came out? (Haha.) If ever you're forced to watch this shitty, shitty movie, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about after 30 seconds of watching him lisp and prance his way around his lines. Kee-rist.
Fifth, that movie is tailor-made to make women cry. To an unfair level. The script and characters were created by a ruthlessly efficient chick-flick script-writing machine guaranteed 100% to make money off of lonely whiny women. And the worst part is, I was defeated by its merciless knowledge of the Female Heartstring Anatomy. To the point where I was thinking "jeezus, this is over-the-top lame" at the same time big fat crocodile tears were rolling unabashedly down my cheeks accompanied by snot bubbles and a taste of what it feels like to loathe yourself.
In conclusion, this is one movie you've never heard of and shouldn't watch. It shouldn't even exist. It's the drek of drek, the flotsam floating on the jetsam of wah-wah vagina theatre. Why bother yourself, you ask? My reasons are legit... The first reason is Val and the second one Kilmer. If only he, and everybody else in the movie, was mute instead of blind. |
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| Faggery ho! |
[Sep. 19th, 2006|02:00 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Folk cover of Hey Ya | ] |
I like this only slightly more than I hate it and that's why you get to see it.
( You get the gist. ) |
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| Ow |
[Sep. 10th, 2006|12:29 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  mellow | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Special Needs - Placebo | ] |
I love my kitty, but ow. (Note kitty trying to scale my desk.)
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| Bluuuuuuugh |
[Sep. 6th, 2006|10:39 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  chubby | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Placebo - The Bitter End | ] |
The only good thing about being fat is having huge boobs. I'm going vegan again. |
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| Harley |
[Sep. 3rd, 2006|10:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  KITTY! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Oasis - Supersonic | ] |
I gots a kitty, I gots a kitty! I'ma call him Harley.
Rawr says the kitty.
So happy! It gets lonely living by myself. |
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| I just keep hoping / that your heart opens |
[Aug. 29th, 2006|10:33 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  think-a-ma-bob-y | ] |
| [ | music |
| | O Lover - Jason Mraz | ] |
I know posts like this make me look positively unbalanced, but freestyling like this really helps dissipate the anger when I don't have a physical outlet for it.
And actually, after this I realize it's pretty much exactly the style all my thoughts would be formatted in if they were transcribed. Does anyone else notice their brain making conversation with itself? Most of the time I only feel like I'm a third party listening to a discussion of my own mind.
( Soul of my Heart ) |
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| OMGSEXYSONG |
[Aug. 28th, 2006|03:21 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  creatively aroused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | My own thoughts | ] |
Don't you wish this song was about you.
I've got nowhere to go,
boy and you've got a hold on my head
Cause there's been so many hot nights
lying in my bed when sleep won't come
till I do...
and the heat won't relent
till I'm through...
But it's so easy to make these
twisting sheets out for a field
of summer wheat
Let's dream a hot night with
you, boy, my summer kind of love
cause you make the nights just as hot
Throw me down, throw me down
Slow thrust, head rush, hands touch
Heart beat, kiss of heat
you and me
and the summer make three...
I'll get in this with you,
boy and these hands just can't be mine
Oh, that chill coming over me
is either the fan...or a teasing breeze
Oh, this touch is too damn hot for me
But it's too easy this night to dare
the scent of your skin once our bodies are bare
I'm feeling this and feeling
you, boy, my summer kind of love
cause you make the nights just as hot
Throw me down, throw me down
Slow thrust, head rush, hands touch
Heart beat, kiss of heat
you and me
and the summer make three...
I can tell you that we just may
make this longer and hotter than an August day
when you and me
and the summer make three
yeah, you and me
and the summer make three |
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| Creepy! |
[Aug. 28th, 2006|07:20 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  relieved | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Whirring of electricity | ] |
Woke up about 5am, and the power was out.
Keep in mind I've watched War of the Worlds about 10 times in the past two weeks.
Initially I think it was the lack of any sound whatsoever that woke me up, but I never knew my place made so much noise without the help of electronic devices. What a way to start the week--irrationally scared shitless, frozen in my bed and listening to the creaks and cracks of what I'm absolutely sure is a vicious....something bent on killing whatever's inside the house. I hate blackouts, earthquakes, and thunderstorms...especially when I'm the only one in the house. |
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| Go on and free me |
[Aug. 27th, 2006|02:22 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  confused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Let it Go - Freddy | ] |
You ask God a question and he'll never give you the answer you want, or you don't think he has. You'll always get the truth though.
It's funny to see what's good for you, set right in front of you, and know you won't want it or take it. And you'll continue to ignore it while you play with fire, knowing you're going to get burned anyway. Observe your feelings and impulses closely, and tell yourself what you know already. Maybe someday your heart will listen, it'll click, and you'll stop waiting on fancies.
How many of us are holding on so tight to the relationship that will destroy us, that is destroying us?
To an addiction?
Will it destroy me?
Sometimes we have to let go...we don't want to. How do I let go, can I, would I?
"I can deal with it." We're comfortable with life as it is. Even when we see the hurt...
What will you spend your life on?
If I let this go, will I have anything left?
How does one discern between love and addiction? How can I know whether this is a noble cause or a lost one?
Can I handle knowing? Can I handle losing? Can I be patient?
What am I missing? Am I missing anything?
Learn from what you suffer.
Walk through your problems into something better.
To be loved, you have to be someone you love. |
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| Quandary |
[Aug. 16th, 2006|03:48 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Bloc Party - Like Eating Glass | ] |
Why is it that whenever you dial a wrong number, the person who picks up doesn't speak English? |
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| LOL |
[Aug. 16th, 2006|01:47 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  optimistic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Howie Day - Ghost (Live from Boston) | ] |
I hate my job, but soon I won't have to anymore.
Let several months of absolutely no responsibility commence. |
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| MWAHAHAHA |
[Aug. 11th, 2006|10:59 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  flirty | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Michael Jackson - Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough | ] |
OH MY GOD BEST PLAYLIST EVER
Hot Sex
1. Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me - Rocky Horror Picture Show
2. Hump de Bump - Red Hot Chili Peppers
3. Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo - The Bloodhound Gang
4. I Believe in a Thing Called Love - The Darkness
5. Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough - Michael Jackson
6. Are You Down - Pepper
7. Addictive - Faithless
8. Da Dip - Freaknasty
9. Avenue D - 2D2F - Erlend Oye
10. Girls & Boys - Blur
11. La Tortura (Shaketon Remix) - Shakira
12. White Light - Gorillaz
13. Worked Up So Sexual - The Faint
14. Evil - Ladytron
15. Elektronik Supersonik - Zlad!
16. The Inch - Peaches
17. The Bad Touch (Eiffel 65 Remix) - The Bloodhound Gang
18. The Wet Dream - Lords of Acid |
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| The Drunk vs. The Stoner, courtesy of CollegeHumor.com |
[Aug. 10th, 2006|10:50 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  I wish (but I love that icon) | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ladytron - Weekend | ] |
While most of us are “just drinkin, smokin, straight west coastin,” there are those among us who choose to do only one of the three. Some just drink, some just smoke, and some primarily west coast in the Dr. Dre verb form of the word. As I know nothing of West Coastin', I will focus on my specialties — drinking and smoking. A drunk can get away with anything and use being drunk as an excuse while a stoner gets ridiculed for something as innocent as trying to throw a Frisbee. I offer the following examples of the two types in different situations to show how destructive the drunk can be and how adorable a little stoner is.
| A Drunk Would... | A Stoner Would... | | Driving under the influence | | Drive fast and recklessly crashing into a caravan of carriages and killing dozens of babies and young mothers. | Drive fast and recklessly setting a new high score on Mario Kart. | | In a Stairwell | | Fall down the stairs and lay at the bottom moaning until the janitor woke him the next morning by dipping his head in the mop bucket. | Stand there wondering why the escalator was broken. | | Eating out | | Go to Taco Bell and vomit on the floor. | Go to Taco Bell and eat a half pound burrito, 3 chalupas, 2 steak quesadillas, a zesty border bowl and an order of cinnamon twisties. Then have a long and insightful conversation with the Chihuahua before proceeding to also vomit on the floor. (Okay, so this one’s a toss up, but at least the stoner is supporting the local economy.) | | With A Guitar | | Butcher the chords and mutter incoherent profanities that would have Korean karaoke singers covering their ears. | Compose classic songs and timeless hits. If you don’t believe me, just check the facts. Every great songwriter is a stoner. It’s a fact. I read it in a thesaurus. | | At a party | | Dance on your table, spill a drink in your kitchen, pee on your lawn ornaments, break ALL your lamps and just generally trash your humble little living space. | Sit on your couch and be thankful you were gracious enough to put out some chips and dip for him to enjoy while staring at the ceiling and commenting on its white, tundra-esque flatness | | If you bump into one at a party | | Punch you in the face and push you over while his drunk buddies kicked you to death as you lay crying on the rancid, soggy carpet of the frat house. | Look at you startled and say, “Woah, man. What goes bump in the night?” And then answer his own question, “You do!” His stoner buddies would chime in, "All riiight." | | After a party | | Never last until the end of the party. | Help clean up and, if he was smart, steal all the wallets of the passed out drunks. | | Sleeping if they couldn’t find a bed | | Make a big fuss about it but end up passing out on the bathmat anyway. | Not mind. He’d be perfectly content to build a lovely, little cocoon of twigs and leaves and curl up in that for the night. | | Waking up the next morning | | Be wet with several different liquids including urine (his and others), beer, saliva (again, his and others) and muddy water from his roommate’s ficus, which he spent the night sleeping next to. The drunk never wants to see alcohol again, but he knows he will. | Be rested, refreshed and ready to smoke again! |
So you see the stoner is nothing to worry about. He’s a cute cuddly creature, like a little puppy with mangy fur and worms who just happens to be interested in what other people’s anuses smell like. So, go ahead, let him sniff. I promise he’ll do you no harm. |
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