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
A sea of legs!

Sunday at work was boring and dull. i had a whole ass-load of e-mails and boy, was that donkey loud, people kept staring. Ha ha. Ha. Ha. Yeah, whatever, i'm a little tired and i have yet to acquire my morning cup of liquid speed.

After work i chilled and worked on a few things, mostly online, and generally goofed off while trying to get in touch with Myste. Spent two hours trying to reach her. Finally did and she picked up Roni from my parents'.

When Angel got off work we left and went home for chili pie, hot dogs, and cookies-n-cream ice-cream with a movie. The Jackal, one of the best movies, EVER! There is nothing quite so sexy as a nonchalant sociopathic killer with a huge weapon. Yummy! Well, except for my baby, but i may be biased just a little.

We were discussing the watching of another movie when there came a knock at the door and My little Rabid Abby that bites attacked me! She was pleased to meet the 'Mythical Creature' and liked him and she helped me mourn the loss of The Boob� for a moment and tried to steal The Great Stoned Frog and i had to resort to tickling her to get him back. i held out for a long time though . . . it WAS a last resort!

After Abbers left, we argued over who had to take a shower right then and who'd go in the morning. Neither of us showered last night, but i'd say we both won the argument . . . and my full name is now "Special Agent Bob Stinky".

sea of legs
n. A game played by boys at school using many legs and two tables. The tables were placed side by side, with a gap in between them. Those creating the "sea of legs" would sit in two rows along the tables, and kick out furiously, thereby creating a dangerous passage between the two tables. Fellow pupils would then attempt to pass between the tables from one end to the other, whilst being kicked hard from both sides. Usually, the lone crusader would fall down about half way and then be subjected to a good few minutes of severe kicking. Hours of fun, although had a tendency to make people over-excited. UK (NW)


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confessed on 2001-07-23