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
gotta love The Sickness . . .

Friday was rough. i had to drop Jian off at the bus station on the way to work. Roni was sick. (She went to Darth Mom's for a day of lying about on the couch and being miserable.) i was hot and wearing uncomfortable pants all day.

When i got off work, i stopped at Ross and got some clothes for the three of us. Roni got two dresses for church, i got some pants for work, and Angel got two pair of shorts. They were needed.

Saturday, i took care of Roni and cleaned the rat cages. i dropped Roni off at my mom's since she was feeling better and we came home to play dominoes and drink with Sam and Cynda, his best friend. That was really a nice, scattered, lazy evening that ended at Denny�s with some misogynist bastard at the next table who thinks divorces are so expensive because they are worth it. He was married three times ~ the first wife died of food poisoning, the second wife died of food poisoning, but the third one was murdered ~ she wouldn't eat her food. And then he wanted everyone to smell his burger cause it smelled like fish. F-f-f-r-r-eeeeak-k-k!

Sunday i slept in and played pool online with Sam, goofed off and waited for Angel to come home. Then we picked up Roni and drove out to Ft Worth to pick Jian up there rather than wait 3 hours for him to get to Arling Town. After that, it was pretty much bedtime.

Today was early, long, boring, exhausting, and now over . . .

g'night!



"Fear" ~ Disturbed
"i don't understand why you don't like me
Why don't you like me?
Am i so different from you
Now does it scare you that i'm able to discern
What to love and what to burn
i'll add your fuel to the fire now
Stand back, brother take your hand back
Leave it and i might crack
More than a smile or two you see
Don't judge what you don't understand
You can't deny what has been given to me
"


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confessed on Monday, Apr. 22, 2002