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
"If mamma ain't happy . . ."

OK, don't all of you fall over at once, you may knock the earth off it's axis, but i voluntarily dressed up in a skirt and even put on make up today! Because i wanted to! Mark this day on your calendar and throw a 'mis is getting girly' party since i have obviously lost my mind. Wow, it's been YEARS since i did this for no real reason.

i talked to my Baby Boy last night! i missed him since he stopped showing up at my door in the middle of the night to catch up on life. He is doing well and still with his girlfriend so i guess the days of his being a man-whore are finally officially over and i have to say many women will cry. He also doesn't get drunk and naked at every opportunity anymore so, the surprises never cease. AAAAAND, he is getting a more legit job ~ instead of driving food, he will become a courier! Silly boy . . . maybe, one day, he'll get a job that does NOT involve driving around all day. He says he'll stop by some time this week.

Oooohhhh . . . i have been notified that the 'look' is truly appreciated! i'm blushing! i'm giddy! i'm making his job difficult! SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE! Heeheheheheee! Soccer, anyone? *flutter*

**later that same day . . .**

The Doc told me i was tying my stomach up with stress and i needed to get a handle on it and he proscribed something to soothe both my stomach and nerves a little (in one little pill!). OK, problems . . . cleaning time!

Work can blow me. The bitch is not worth it and her manager lets any passing breeze blow her skirt up so, i know i can't count on her, so fuck it.

Roni . . . she is gone for a few weeks and, just like i tell her, it's ok and normal to miss her but i need to have fun and enjoy my time away, too. We are lucky, we are lucky (this isn't working) we are lucky . . . it'll get easier, right?

Everything else . . . i'll talk to the persons involved as soon as i can.

This stress thing must stop. i am so far gone i will hit 'depressed' all too soon if i don't get a lid on it.

Down Load This Band's Music!
at least "Dove's Cry"
'cause these guys are AMAZING!


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confessed on 2001-07-11