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
it's all about the punk remixes for me

Sorry - i have been busy working, shopping, working some more, and taking care of my baby and my honey.

Then, there was the party in Richardson tonight for Angel's crazy Mexican side of the family. There are so many of them!

We spent a few hours working room after room of people i'll be fuzzy on `til day i die of Alzheimer's, most likely. And they all look alike! Not in a i'm-white-and-think-all-Mexicans-look-alike way, more in a they-are-all-very-related-and-you-can-really-tell kind of way. It doesn't help that i think they have sold their souls for eternal youth and all look 10 - 18, or 25 - 30. That is it. There is no one over the age of 30 in appearance with the exception of Grandpa Marty who looks like a 50 year old Mexican man. (he's actually 65, but he LOOKS just 50!)

There are grandmothers who look younger and sexier than i do! Well, the sexier part is not difficult as i feel like a sea creature right now . . . all soft and spreading, but i have work the Angel down and he will be working out with me to help me keep in line as i have tried for years and simply have to be compelled to get moving. Or get really depressed. i'm voting for the compulsory exercising, myself.

Anyways, we survived getting there late, after the margaritas were passed around for a while and the mixer was beginning to 'forget' the ice. It turned out better than i hoped it would but then, i always have a good time out there. They make me feel welcome.

Anways, look for more soon. i have a CD to finish putting together for a certain some one . . . and a diary or two to finish . . . then i'll be back again.


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confessed on Sunday, Dec. 22, 2002