Toes:
toe
n.
Ultra-precision instrument to locate cold, hard furniture on a dark winter morning.
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Monday, December 20, 2004
Sunday, December 12, 2004
The song that didn't let me be...
As you look around this room tonight
Settle in your seat and dim the lights
Do you want my blood
Do you want my tears
What do you want?
What do you want from me?
Should I sing until I can't sing any more
Play these strings until my fingers are raw
You're so hard to please
What do you want from me?
Do you think I know something you don't know?
If I don't promise you the answers would you go?
Should I stand out in the rain?
Do you want me to make a daisy chain for you?
I'm not the one you need
What do you want from me?
To quote Nemesis... growing up sucks!
Settle in your seat and dim the lights
Do you want my blood
Do you want my tears
What do you want?
What do you want from me?
Should I sing until I can't sing any more
Play these strings until my fingers are raw
You're so hard to please
What do you want from me?
Do you think I know something you don't know?
If I don't promise you the answers would you go?
Should I stand out in the rain?
Do you want me to make a daisy chain for you?
I'm not the one you need
What do you want from me?
To quote Nemesis... growing up sucks!
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Run of the mill, "what's up" post
I have moved out of home. It took a while. Now I am free. Well? almost.
The weekend was spent poring over cardboard boxes, trying to figure out what to take with me and what to leave back at home. It?s all been done.
It should be an interesting period of four-odd months with my two new roomies. It should also buy me more time and space for myself. And also give me more time think about life in general. To try and find answers to questions, which have intrigued me for some time.
Among the questions that have been eating me, this one tops the list: What did those two flaming homosexuals namely Elton John and George Michael mean, when the sang ?Don?t let the sun go down on me?? Opinions invited.
Blogging would not be high on the priority list for the moment. It would be hard for me to reply to all those lovely comments that you people have been leaving. The exams are around the corner. There?s a lot of theory to be crammed. There are internships to be taken care of. There?s a media research report, which has on my mind like a chunk of chicken stuck between my teeth.
Is this the end of Neurotica as we know it? We will know in a few days.
The weekend was spent poring over cardboard boxes, trying to figure out what to take with me and what to leave back at home. It?s all been done.
It should be an interesting period of four-odd months with my two new roomies. It should also buy me more time and space for myself. And also give me more time think about life in general. To try and find answers to questions, which have intrigued me for some time.
Among the questions that have been eating me, this one tops the list: What did those two flaming homosexuals namely Elton John and George Michael mean, when the sang ?Don?t let the sun go down on me?? Opinions invited.
Blogging would not be high on the priority list for the moment. It would be hard for me to reply to all those lovely comments that you people have been leaving. The exams are around the corner. There?s a lot of theory to be crammed. There are internships to be taken care of. There?s a media research report, which has on my mind like a chunk of chicken stuck between my teeth.
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