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
Brought to you by the Letters CB and the Number 1

This entry is posted by Crackbaby Louis for Lapisllong. If the formatting looks chewed, kill HIM, don't blame Mis for it! Mis has also been kind enough to give me the liberty of posting up a song at the end of her entry. Hee Hee Hee.

Christmas is done and over for another year and everywhere, all the stores are proclaiming "Only 365 shopping days `til Christmas"!

Commercialism reigns supreme during winter when all there is to do is shop, work and have sex if it's available. No one really wants to get outside much in the generally wet and cold weather. Maybe it gives us chronically, dedicated single people something to do so we don't kill ourselves out of loneliness when all our friends desert us to curl up cozy in front of a fire with their significant others. Losers, all of them! But happy losers, damn them! Oh, well, the impulse to be half of a couple usually wanes as the season slips away and then all is fine and pillows dry. It's OK to be weak and snivel, just don't let anyone SEE YOU!

It was pointed out to me yesterday that i have three years before i become "One of 'THEM'." Just three years before my age makes me in league with "THE MAN". i felt a moment of panic before i realized that my job makes me "THE MAN" already . . . i sit in a tower with three computers monitoring and manipulating everything ~ keeping logs of the events, initiating trace reports on suspicious agents, documenting any deviation from schedule . . . if that doesn't lable me as a spy, i don't know what would. My only warm little woobie of thought and consolation is that i get full up on this here, at work, i don't follow many rules outside of work. i MAKE the rules out there. Does it always happen? Does one ALWAYS become vile and slimy at 30? Please tell me it won't happen to me!

i forgot to tell you! i got to see Rafe this Saturday! He called up and then came up here to say hi and catch up! He is so lucky! He will be finishing school in the spring and is planning to backpack Europe for two of three months of the summer or until his money runs out. He was talking about some of the jobs he is being offered and one looks pretty good to him, but he has put it off until he has his degree . . . it flies him all over the world to play with computers and back to his 'home' for the weekend. He is 24, unattached, and smart enough to stay that way for a while. With all the options he has, he is living life!

It's so strange that all these people are crawling out of the wood work at the same time . . . but really great to see them!

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I'm in a wide open space, I'm standing
I'm all alone, I'm staring into space
It's always quiet through my ceiling
The roof comes in and crashes in a daze

I'm in a wide open space, it's freezing
You'll never get to heaven
With a smile on your face from me
I'm in a wide open space, I'm staring
There's something quite bizarre I cannot see

I'm on the top of a hill, I'm lonely
There's someone here to shout to miles away
I could be back in my house, for I care
They do not hear me it's the same old always

I'm in a wide open space (la-la-la-la-la-la)
It's freezing (la-la-la-la-la-la)
You'll never get to heaven
With a smile on your face from me (la-la-la-la-la)
I'm in a wide open space (la-la-la-la-la-la)
I'm staring (la-la-la-la-la-la)
There's something quite bizarre I cannot see

I'm in a wide open space, I'm standing
I'm all alone, I'm staring into space
It's always quiet through my ceiling
The roof comes in and crashes in a daze

I'm in a wide open space (la-la-la-la-la-la)
It's freezing (la-la-la-la-la-la)
You'll never get to heaven
With a smile on your face from me (la-la-la-la-la)
I'm in a wide open space (la-la-la-la-la-la)
I'm staring (la-la-la-la-la-la)
There's something quite bizarre I cannot see

I'm in a wide open space (la-la-la-la-la-la)
It's freezing (la-la-la-la-la-la)
You'll never get to heaven
With a smile on your face from me
(I'm gonna tell your mother that you've been a naughty bugger)
I'm in a wide open space (la-la-la-la-la-la)
I'm staring (la-la-la-la-la-la)
There's something quite bizarre I cannot see

"Wide Open Space (Perfecto Mix)", Mansun


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confessed on 2000-12-26