The first of several rambling posts.

Dude. I'm starving. There's alot of soup downstairs but I want... I don't know, cookies or something.

Since it is my birthday, I've decided to take up space on your friends list and regale you all with one of my favorite poems of all time.

THE OWL AND THE PUSSYCAT

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat.
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.


'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

Also. I am seriously digging "Party to Damascus." It's got the perfect mix of rap, singing, and hooks in other languages to keep me happy. Word up, yo.

The first of several rambling posts.

Dude. I'm starving. There's alot of soup downstairs but I want... I don't know, cookies or something.

Since it is my birthday, I've decided to take up space on your friends list and regale you all with one of my favorite poems of all time.

THE OWL AND THE PUSSYCAT

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat.
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.


'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

Also. I am seriously digging "Party to Damascus." It's got the perfect mix of rap, singing, and hooks in other languages to keep me happy. Word up, yo.

My dad is fucking cool.

He's taking me skydiving.

So, you know, if I don't come back from this little venture, I love you all and have a good Thanksgiving.

Anna, you have to divide up my stuff. I want to be buried with my Legolas figurine.

fin.

[EDIT: Why I didn't go skydiving.

We were just about to leave when we found out that they were only jumping for another hour and today is their last day of the season. This would not be a problem except for the fact that the place is an hour away. So, no jumps for me until April. It sucks, but this is one of those rare instances where it's the thought that counts. My dad loves me. (Yeah, loves me enough to push me out of a perfectly good plane... -_-) lol. However, I do get a pair of pants and a tiara out of this, so it's all good.]

My dad is fucking cool.

He's taking me skydiving.

So, you know, if I don't come back from this little venture, I love you all and have a good Thanksgiving.

Anna, you have to divide up my stuff. I want to be buried with my Legolas figurine.

fin.

[EDIT: Why I didn't go skydiving.

We were just about to leave when we found out that they were only jumping for another hour and today is their last day of the season. This would not be a problem except for the fact that the place is an hour away. So, no jumps for me until April. It sucks, but this is one of those rare instances where it's the thought that counts. My dad loves me. (Yeah, loves me enough to push me out of a perfectly good plane... -_-) lol. However, I do get a pair of pants and a tiara out of this, so it's all good.]

Um...

Did I write this? I think I did, but if I didn't, I'd appreciate someone telling me so. I found it on the top of one of my stories that I printed out a while ago.

And her fingers plucked the guitar strings
A lover's neck made of wood, not flesh
Hung not with necklaces
Beaten metal chains
But strings, resonant sound
Croons to her more skillfully
Then a larynx ever could
Music to your ears, isn't it
When you can't decided whether
You should want or desire
And you speak to hear your own voice
Is that another person in the room
Or are you still alive



....I must have wrote it. It makes no sense.

Um...

Did I write this? I think I did, but if I didn't, I'd appreciate someone telling me so. I found it on the top of one of my stories that I printed out a while ago.

And her fingers plucked the guitar strings
A lover's neck made of wood, not flesh
Hung not with necklaces
Beaten metal chains
But strings, resonant sound
Croons to her more skillfully
Then a larynx ever could
Music to your ears, isn't it
When you can't decided whether
You should want or desire
And you speak to hear your own voice
Is that another person in the room
Or are you still alive



....I must have wrote it. It makes no sense.

Sex Drugs and Rock'n'Roll

...well, close.

Okay. Party at my house on Friday, 8 PM. Alcohol, music, cake, since it's

ANNA AND HEATHER'S DOUBLE BIRTHDAY PARTY

So you should all come.

Need more info? Drop me an email. Address is in the userinfo section.

Did I mention there would be cake?

Cake! Cake! Cake!

Sex Drugs and Rock'n'Roll

...well, close.

Okay. Party at my house on Friday, 8 PM. Alcohol, music, cake, since it's

ANNA AND HEATHER'S DOUBLE BIRTHDAY PARTY

So you should all come.

Need more info? Drop me an email. Address is in the userinfo section.

Did I mention there would be cake?

Cake! Cake! Cake!