To M.W., my snuggly-wuggly sweetie-pie

Till there was you, by the Beatles

There were bells on a hill
But I never heard them ringing
No I never heard them at all
Till there was you

There were birds in the sky
But I never saw them winging
No I never saw them at all
Till there was you

Then there was music and wonderful roses
They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows of dawn and dew
There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No I never heard it at all
Till there was you

Then there was music and wonderful roses
They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows of dawn and dew
There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No I never heard it at all
Till there was you
Till there was you

This is how "Not-bitchy" I am:

My ex. He's as interesting as a sack of gravel... and just about as smart. He's getting married soon, and I care not about the details. However, it's important to note that I am not going to foot the bill for some homely girl and her kids to surf the internet.

So maybe I'm a little bit biased...
But I worked so damn hard to remodel that house. Out of work for a couple of months back in 2003, I went through seven gallons of primer and paint -- just in the livingroom! 9 rooms remodeled and painted, total. And someone else is enjoying the fruits of my labor.

But here's the thing... he never changed the electricity out of my name. He also did not change his loan out of my name. Nor did he get his own internet access. So I gave him a month's notice, and then I'm going to cancel all of those services.

It might also be worth noting that my car loan was in his name (since I was not working when we bought the thing)... so I could be cutting off my nose to spite my face here. But think of it this way: I have the title of the car in my name. He can't take it from me as long as I'm paying for it.

And I can have his electricity shut off the night he returns from his (ugh!) honeymoon.

(evil grin)

Eye of the Tiger....

You know it... I've wanted to be a weather-girlie since I was in the fourth grade. Mister K's class. He was so cool. He let us listen to his old records. This was my favourite one, along with Glenn Campbell's Rhinestone Cowboy. I'm inspired.

Eye Of The TigerSurvivor

Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive

So many times, it happens too fast
You trade your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive I

t's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger

Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds, till we take to the street
For the kill with the skill to survive

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger

Risin' up, straight to the top
Had the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger

Limp

Ol' Fiona's really got a way with words. I think this song used to be my motto for most of the time which I was growing up. It's not true anymore, but it still kicks me in the butt:

FIONA APPLE LYRICS
LimpWords and Music: Fiona Apple

You wanna make me sick;
You wanna lick my wounds,Don't you, baby?
You want the badge of honour when you save my hide
But you're the one in the way
Of the day of doom, baby
If you need my shame to reclaim your pride
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
But no matter what I try
You'll beat me with your bitter lies
So call me crazy, hold me down
Make me cry; get off now, baby-
It won't be long till you'll be
Lying limp in your own hand

You feed the beast I have within me
You wave the red flag, baby you make it run run run
Standing on the sidelines, waving and grinning
You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
But no matter what I try
You'll beat me with your bitter lies
So call me crazy, hold me down
Make me cry; get off now, baby-
It won't be long till you'll beLying limp in your own hand

Cut...

So I was driving home this afternoon, and chatting with MW. It occured to me that I'm a fool getting all upset about whether he wants to be with me... If or why he hedges instead of opening up... and all of that. The point is, he's my soulmate, and I love him.

Cut
Sometimes it sucks because there is so much passion and the smallest words can cut my heart. Why oh why do I take everything literally? Honestly, it would be more profitable in life and in love, if I could be numb.

Keeping my poop in a group
I've never had to work as hard at school and at my life, as I am right now. Everything is hanging together by a thread. It's almost like when you're playing chess, and you know you're loosing... for a slight moment, there is an instinct to swipe the board with your arm, clearing all of the pieces.

Changes are for the better
As a young girl, my skin was notoriously thin. Everything made me cry, and "overreaction" was my middle name. Dorothy "Overreaction" Weathergirl was an odd little child. Never wanting to grow up, she went through an incredibly selfish period in her life.

That was followed by intense self-loathing, because she was already used to everyone telling her that her ideas were crap. She looked like crap. And as always.. had very few friends. Now? Aw, she's just trying to find her way in the world... Little guidance, but a big need for it.

It's all gonna be alright. It has to be. Right? Right?

Yeah... I hear ya.