i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
dog dog dog yeah!

** This was written Thursday but i forgot to post **

The Fourth of July was a nice, lazy day that was highlighted by a phone call (of all things!) followed by a few hours of swimming.

Chip's grandparents, Grandmother and Granddad, are celebrating their 50th Wedding Anniversary this month. i love these two so much but i can't go to the party since i finally promised myself i'd avoid all of his family's gatherings. They always get ugly somehow and i'm tired of it getting blamed on me or Myste when it's really the back-stabbing manipulative bitch who spawned him who is responsible for almost all the pain and misery in that whole family.

So, here i am thinking hard over the gold anniversary of two people who are still very much in love with each other. They met very young and knew, after only three weeks, that this was it and married only 6 months after meeting. They've had good times and bad ~ health, wealth and happiness ~ sickness, sacrifices, and tears ~ yet they still can't spend a (peaceful) night apart. The trips he takes to Louisiana to care for him mother make them both crazy and they don't sleep. Just to see him makes her smile and she for him . . . if ever i wanted to know what true love looks like, i'd look at them.

i want to do something nice but . . . GOLD?!?!?! i just don't know . . .

Speaking of inexplicable attractions . . . i missed my sweetheart. i was deliriously happy to get a simple phone call from him. i even gave up and let go of an argument i was having with my mom.

(amazing isn't it? It's so odd . . . for someone who hates strife, i just don't give up an argument very easily.)

i'm actually taking this rather well, i have to say ~ this whole 'one-week-off' thing, that is ~ i'm surprised. Maybe i need to feel punished to assuage the guilt i feel for not feeling guilty enough. Lost? Yeah, me too. But at least i'm {lost but} happily wandering while humming to myself and picking pretty flowers. Or something like that. Oh, just shut up! i'm 'dog' and i like it!


"Short Skirt, Long Jacket" ~ Cake
"i want a girl with a short skirt and loooooooong . . . . jacket! "
YAY! New Cake!


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confessed on 2001-07-08