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  • glenn reynolds says: sarah who?

tiny fragments of perfection


  • if i was all the colors, i would paint you pretty in gold in a picture. (jason mraz/zero percent interest).

  • as i took him in my arms he screamed i'm not insane i'm just looking for someone to understand my pain... (five for fighting/the devil in the wishing well)

  • only the curious have something to find (nickel creek/this side)

  • you dream of colors that have never been made, you imagine songs that have never been played (this side/nickel creek)

  • it's when you cry just a little but you laugh in the middle that you've made it (jason mraz/tonight, not again)

  • don't try to fix me, i'm not broken (evanescence/hello)

another whole box of pandora's


  • i'm not the kind of man who tends to socialize/ i seem to lean on old familiar ways/ and i ain't no fool for love songs that whisper in my ears/ still crazy after all these years (paul simon / still crazy after all these years)

  • but there's something in the way you laugh that makes me feel like a child... aspects of life they confuse me, you and your thesis amuse me... after and afternoon with you... and your rich brown eyes your lips and your dark hair, elbows and exposed knees tossing toward the ceiling... after an afternoon... (jason mraz/ after an afternoon)

a long awaited end


  • face to palm... tear to tear... mouth to tongue... heart to ground... i am in love... (jason mraz/ after an afternoon)

  • there's no place to hide but i don't think i'm scared. (nickel creek/this side)

  • with a broken wing, she carries her dreams. man you oughta see her fly. (a broken wing / martina mcbride)

zero percent mine


  • all lyrics headers are lifted from my pretend boyfriend jason mraz's "zero percent interest"

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Thursday, June 17, 2004

downtown workout

one time Bikermommy and i were in downtown Fort Worth for lunch. we were walking along down the street, and we came upon an intersection that had a flashing red light going north/south and a flashing yellow light running east/west. we arrived at the intersection and did exactly as the pedestrian signs told us to.
WALK
DON'T WALK
WALK
DON'T WALK
WALK
DON'T WALK...

it was quite a workout; we finally decided to rebel and just run instead since the silly light couldn't make up its mind.

Thursday, June 17, 2004 at 07:06 AM in random stories |

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the great babe war


  • buy Frank's tshirtssmoldering_not_pointing.jpg

  • some stuff the great Frank J said about me...

  • "Beautiful, deadly with a gun, and fellow Alias fan"

  • "There she is, the IMAO T-Shirt Babe, There she is, your ideal, The dreams of a million girls Who are more than pretty May come true if they punch a hippy, Oh she may turn out to be The queen of femininity, There she is, the IMAO T-Shirt Babe, There she is, your ideal With so much ammo She'll take the town by storm, With her all-American face and form, And there she is, Firing in the air she is, Fairest of the fair she is, The IMAO T-Shirt Babe"

  • yowza*

don't make me sissify you


  • please keep the comments "cussin'"-free, and no taking of the Lord's name in vain (including in initials form and in euphemistic form). my grama reads my blog, and i don't like those words either. if you post something i don't like, i will change your wording to make you sound like a sissy.

  • p.s. if you're a troll, i reserve the right to either wingardium leviosa your butt (which means delete and ban you), or the more fun option, to put a pretty bonnet on your head and lead you around on a lovely purple leash and make you do my bidding. yay!!

generositousness


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