ok last post for tonight, i swear.
since it's running through my head now, i have to at least post the lyrics:

Throw It All Away

Music by Glen Phillips and Toad. Lyrics by Glen Phillips.

take your cautionary tales
take your incremental gain
and all the sycophantic games
and throw 'em all away

burn your tv in your yard
and gather 'round it with your friends
and warm your hands upon the fire
and start again

take the story you've been told
the lies that justify the pain
the guilt the weighs upon your soul
and throw 'em all away

tear up the calendar you've bought
and throw the pieces to the sky
confetti falling down like rain
like a parade to usher in your life
take the dreams that should have died
the ones that kept you lying awake
when you should've been all right
and throw 'em all away

with the time i waste on the life i never had
i could've turned myself into a better man

'cause there ain't nothing you can buy
and there is nothing you can save
to fill the hole inside your heart
so throw it all away
won't fill the hole inside your heart

help me empty out this house
the wool i've gathered all these days
and thought i couldn't do without
and throw it all away

:)

now wait a minute. i may be a crackhead but i'm no floozy.

found this, too. which, 4 or so years later, still makes me laugh. because i'm THAT F-ING FUNNY, DAMMIT.

working up a load of sexual tension and prancing away like a magnificent poof!

i was looking for a glen picture to post, and i came up with this instead. go figure.

but...tee hee. hehehehehehe. nancy boy hair gel! if i had a line of hair styling products...

Glenp3.com

some live glen phillips mp3s...i think...haven't entirely checked it out yet. neat, though!

ok so i'm blonde again...a little less blonde than before, but it'll do for now.

now i just have to work on the dressing cool thing...

i am so f-ing tired.

ps, f-ing (pronounced 'effing') is my new favorite pseudo-curseword, in case you haven't noticed.

ok, off to bed. yawn.

dodgy farrar trousers that you think are smart...
have i ever mentioned that i f-ing love robbie williams?

i have spent a lot of tonight looking through old folders on my computer that i haven't looked at in probably years. there are a dozen pictures of myself in better days that i want to post, but i won't, because that's a bit egocentric, isn't it.

but here's a little thing i wrote eons ago that i'd forgotten about that i sort of like:

scribble

From these beautiful fingers came years years and years of
words, feeling and detachment the lives of others
someone else's eccentricities nuances loves and hates
the sensations of different bodies of all bodies
of anybody's meanings except their own, as the calluses formed
the permanent eternal scars of where the thoughts first
broke through and breathed air,
where fingers met ink met paper,
where the mind's pictures flowed into inscriptions
of what had never happened here but remaining tangibly
the only sign of life and its escape from this body,
a promise of other words to come.

remember when i used to be young and i dressed sorta cool and had very blonde hair?





yeah, me too. sigh.