Writer's Block: Life's lessons
Mar. 4th, 2011 07:21 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
No matter how much you tired to put me down, tell me I'd be nothing, and that I'd never go to university, never make my way in the world. I got one thing for you, "I am fucking making it you fat cunt and I am doing it to prove you wrong. So when I get that masters or hell even that doctorates don't you know that I will be receiving that hand shake and that diploma saying this is all to piss off the people who tried to convince me I'd never be worth a shit, and as the wonderful Will Hunting says, "How ya like them apples?" *nods* Yes that's it exactly.
No matter how much you tired to put me down, tell me I'd be nothing, and that I'd never go to university, never make my way in the world. I got one thing for you, "I am fucking making it you fat cunt and I am doing it to prove you wrong. So when I get that masters or hell even that doctorates don't you know that I will be receiving that hand shake and that diploma saying this is all to piss off the people who tried to convince me I'd never be worth a shit, and as the wonderful Will Hunting says, "How ya like them apples?" *nods* Yes that's it exactly.
Writer's Block: Love stinks
Oct. 28th, 2010 05:03 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
The Crystal Ship by The Doors.
It's mine and my husband's song. He sings it to me when we curl together to fall asleep. At our funerals it will play. It probably won't seem romantic to anyone else but it is for us, and that is all that matters.
Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss
The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again, we'll meet again
Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly
The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I'll drop a line
The Crystal Ship by The Doors.
It's mine and my husband's song. He sings it to me when we curl together to fall asleep. At our funerals it will play. It probably won't seem romantic to anyone else but it is for us, and that is all that matters.
Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss
The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again, we'll meet again
Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly
The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I'll drop a line
Writer's Block: Do-over!
May. 25th, 2010 03:19 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
I would probably pass the card onto a friend who really needed it/wanted it.
Truthfully, I have those days when I am down, hating my life, and wishing that I could be something more or someone different. Then when the pity haze wears off I realize that without all of my life's experiences I would not be here. True I've made poor and reckless choices, but who hasn't? I was given a hand and I've learned how to play it to my advantage. It most likely sounds cocky, but you couldn't pay me enough to be someone else because, in short, I am awesome enough as myself.
I would probably pass the card onto a friend who really needed it/wanted it.
Truthfully, I have those days when I am down, hating my life, and wishing that I could be something more or someone different. Then when the pity haze wears off I realize that without all of my life's experiences I would not be here. True I've made poor and reckless choices, but who hasn't? I was given a hand and I've learned how to play it to my advantage. It most likely sounds cocky, but you couldn't pay me enough to be someone else because, in short, I am awesome enough as myself.