Chanelling Sara today...
Dec. 23rd, 2004 05:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nirix5...although not intentionally. I guess it's really because I'm wearing this black button up shirt that I just bought that really seems like something she would or has worn before. However, squinting at the computer screen and getting fed up with humanity in general are also adding to the Sara-ness.
(Can you tell I've finally finished my Christmas shopping?)
Spent horrendous amounts of money. I hate Christmas because the way my bank account balance gets cut in half in one fell swoop always makes me sick to my stomach. Which wasn't helping things generally, since I've been really sick the past couple of days with this horrible stomach virus. Bleargh.
So, yeah, hi, I'm really kind of poor, even though another four hundred dollars hits my account tomorrow from my TAP check. However, most of that money is off limits, since it's for books and what have you.
Also, I have a new Christmas tradition. I like to call it the "Feather Writing Her Christmas Cards and Sending Them Out On The 26th Of December" tradition. I'm sure that all of you brilliant flist people can figure out how that one works. It's going to be a big hit, right along with the "Getting Chinese Food On Christmas Because No One Feels Like Cooking This Year" tradition, and the "Going To Go See A Movie On Christmas Day Since Heather Figured Out That The Movie Theaters Are Open That Day And There's Nothing Else To Do" tradition.
Anyway, I'm probably not going to be able to get on until after Christmas, so Merry Whateverthehell. I hope Grissom comes down your chimneys and leaves lots of Luminol in you stockings. Or whatever toys you wish for the most.
Peace, Love, and all that. Happy Thistimeoftheyear!
Note to self: Coheed and Cambria. Because Shayna used to play it on the way home from work, and I really liked it, but forgot about it until now.
"A Favor House Atlantic"
Your eyes tell the stories of a day you wish you could
Recall the moments that once have
Retrack the footsteps that brought us to this favor
I wouldn't ask this of you
Good eye, sniper
Here I'll shoot, you run
The words you scribbled on the walls
With the loss of friends you didn't have
I'll call you when the time is right
Are you in or are you out?
For them all to know the end of us all
Run quick, they're behind us
Didn't think we'd ever make it
This close to safety in one piece
Now you wanna kill me in the act of what could maybe
Save us from sleep and what we are
Good eye, sniper
Now I shoot, you run
The words you scribbled on the walls
With the loss of friends you didn't have
I'll call you when the time is right
Are you in or are you out?
For them all to know the end of us all
Bye bye beautiful
Don't bother to write
Disturbed by your words and they're calling all cars
Face step, let down.
Face step, step down.
The words you scribbled on the walls
With the loss of friends you didn't have
I'll call you when the time is right
Are you in or are you out?
For them all to know
Bye bye beautiful
Don't bother to write
Disturbed by your words and they're calling all cars
Face step, let down.
Face step, step down.
Bye bye beautiful
Don't bother to write
Disturbed by your words and they're calling all cars
Face step, let down.
Face step, step down.
(Can you tell I've finally finished my Christmas shopping?)
Spent horrendous amounts of money. I hate Christmas because the way my bank account balance gets cut in half in one fell swoop always makes me sick to my stomach. Which wasn't helping things generally, since I've been really sick the past couple of days with this horrible stomach virus. Bleargh.
So, yeah, hi, I'm really kind of poor, even though another four hundred dollars hits my account tomorrow from my TAP check. However, most of that money is off limits, since it's for books and what have you.
Also, I have a new Christmas tradition. I like to call it the "Feather Writing Her Christmas Cards and Sending Them Out On The 26th Of December" tradition. I'm sure that all of you brilliant flist people can figure out how that one works. It's going to be a big hit, right along with the "Getting Chinese Food On Christmas Because No One Feels Like Cooking This Year" tradition, and the "Going To Go See A Movie On Christmas Day Since Heather Figured Out That The Movie Theaters Are Open That Day And There's Nothing Else To Do" tradition.
Anyway, I'm probably not going to be able to get on until after Christmas, so Merry Whateverthehell. I hope Grissom comes down your chimneys and leaves lots of Luminol in you stockings. Or whatever toys you wish for the most.
Peace, Love, and all that. Happy Thistimeoftheyear!
Note to self: Coheed and Cambria. Because Shayna used to play it on the way home from work, and I really liked it, but forgot about it until now.
"A Favor House Atlantic"
Your eyes tell the stories of a day you wish you could
Recall the moments that once have
Retrack the footsteps that brought us to this favor
I wouldn't ask this of you
Good eye, sniper
Here I'll shoot, you run
The words you scribbled on the walls
With the loss of friends you didn't have
I'll call you when the time is right
Are you in or are you out?
For them all to know the end of us all
Run quick, they're behind us
Didn't think we'd ever make it
This close to safety in one piece
Now you wanna kill me in the act of what could maybe
Save us from sleep and what we are
Good eye, sniper
Now I shoot, you run
The words you scribbled on the walls
With the loss of friends you didn't have
I'll call you when the time is right
Are you in or are you out?
For them all to know the end of us all
Bye bye beautiful
Don't bother to write
Disturbed by your words and they're calling all cars
Face step, let down.
Face step, step down.
The words you scribbled on the walls
With the loss of friends you didn't have
I'll call you when the time is right
Are you in or are you out?
For them all to know
Bye bye beautiful
Don't bother to write
Disturbed by your words and they're calling all cars
Face step, let down.
Face step, step down.
Bye bye beautiful
Don't bother to write
Disturbed by your words and they're calling all cars
Face step, let down.
Face step, step down.
