My little thoughts

2003-12-10T18:12:00.000-08:00

This song always makes me cry...

Where's the navigator of your destiny
Where is the dealer of this hand
Who can explain life and it's brevity
Cause there is nothing here that I can understand
You and I
Have barely met
And I just don't want to let go of you yet

No, hello, good-bye
I'll see you on the other side
No, sweet child of mine
I'll see you on the other side.

And so I hold your tiny hand in mine
For the hardest thing I've ever had to face
Heaven calls for you
Before it calls for me
When you get there save me a place
A place where I can share your smile
And I can hold you for more than just a while

No, Hello, Good-bye
I'll see you on the other side
No, Sweet child of mine
I'll see you on the other side
Ohhh, Oh, Oooh
I'll see you there, I'll see you there,
I'll see you there, I'll see you on the other side
Ooohh

No, Hello, Good-bye
I'll see you on the other side
No, Sweet child of mine
I'll see you on the other side

No, Hello, Goodbye
I'll see you on the other side
No, Sweet child of mine
I'll see you on the other side

On the other side

2003-07-02T20:25:00.000-07:00

tear drop running down my face
makes me think
of little tear drop
once so deep inside me
never will i see little tear drop
on this earth
never have i seen him
except when tender rain falls
seems to be a message
from little tear drop
in heaven
waiting to meet me someday
waiting to forgive

2003-05-27T21:42:00.000-07:00

I guess here I am again. I don't feel I have much to say, at least nothing I really can say...but I'll say what I can. My life is somewhat hectic now, even though I thought it would settle down some with school out. But school is starting this Thursday and I feel pretty stressed already. My family is gone to the Grand Canyon, leaving me in charge of the ultimate horror of my life: a chihuahua named golden and a cat. It just goes to show me I should be careful of what I hate the most, for it will come to me and then I will have to take care of it. Next will be Raggedy reincarnated. Why me?

I can't help feeling sorry for Golden. It misses Dannah soooo much. It hides out in her room all the time. The first day I was trying to get her leash on and she was the most vicious nasty thing ever. She bit and yapped and snapped like nobody's business. I would pet her until she seemed calm and then I'd reach for her and back we'd go again. So just when I'd started to make some progress, Paul decided to walk in. Golden FREAKED and ran like utter hell to Dannah's room. After some great searching, I found her tucked away in the farthest corner of the room, in the tiniest crack next to the wall, it was pitch black even with the light shining brightly. Anyway, I need to go now...more later. Like this. Hm.

2003-05-02T17:54:00.000-07:00

So, here I am at school trying to bone my model ant I made. My teacher is very cute and he's making a chicken right now, and soon he'll show us how to bone our models. Leslie brought her scottish terrier in for some reason and it's stupid. Thankfully it hasn't picked on me, unlike I expected, but it's still dumb. So in the meantime, I guess I'll share some thoughts on the week. In case you hadn't noticed my life consists soley of work, Paul, and school. So if you sense *way* too much talk of Sonlight it's true. So, Tuesday, Sally tells me to have the next batch of catalog labels ready by end of Wednesday so we can do a project Thursday morning and get them all done. Well, there's about 5000 names and after 3 hours of frantic work to get it all printed out and in the right format with every kind of complication imaginable I had everything set up and ready to go. (my teacher is so cute!!) My complications also consisted of using up ALL the labels we own at Sonlight and frantically ordering more so I could print the rest out Thursday. Sally comes out of her meeting and I tell her proudly that i'm done and everything is ready to go. And then she tells me all of my hard work was for naught and they were sending all the names out to a different company. Blurgh. Hell. So that was my trauma for the week. I'm going to see Xmen tonight with my darling after we eat at Jose O'Shea's. We're going to see the midnight showing, which is sad cos it always reminds me of sneaking out to midnight movies with Kara. Ah to be young again. Younger, I mean.

I am also in a quandry. It was my friend Carissa's 31st birthday not long ago and I told her I wanted to do something really special for her. Well, what do you know she would pick the one thing I don't know if I can do for her. Go see the Matrix. Paul and I have talked of almost nothing else but going to see it together and we are soooo excited. Well, of course he can't come, and if I tell her I won't go, she won't feel special. Soooo sad am I. What to do? I still haven't told Paul, but I almost remembered to mention it while talking to him today, but he was at work so I didn't want to get into it. I'll probably talk about it tonight over dinner. Tiger teh tiger did a new entry on wednesday on his blog. It is seriously the best thing in the world. There is nothing better. I would give up eating ice cream forever to keep tiger teh tiger around forever.

2003-05-02T15:22:00.001-07:00

So I just took some gay "purity" test and it turns out I'm 56% pure and there's only 2% of the people that take that test that are like me. Does that mean anything to me? Not really. In taking the "slut test" I'm 44% slutty and out of 7,895,558 people who took the test, only 230 women agreed with me that out of famous men, Ingo Rademacher would be the best sex option of all time. In that test, it was really funny because they showed some funny looking man with just his pants on and you were supposed to click on what part of him you would lick. It was called "The Lubricated Man Test". That was pretty disturbing.

2003-05-02T15:22:00.000-07:00

I need to do something useful now.

2003-04-29T19:48:00.000-07:00

I am feeling somewhat silly. At my work, they sell books that customers return in their packages to us Sonlight employees for a mere 25 cents each book. The books are in almost spanking new condition, sometimes a bent corner at the most. And what do I do? I offer to haul these books home to my mother so *she* can sell them. I could be making literally maybe $1000 off these books by selling them myself, and this is what I stupidly tell her, "You can do it if you want". I love these kind of enterprisy things, but I know she does too, so I let her do it. I'm really trying not to think of the money flowing through her fingers when I sweat to carry a gigantic heavy box home every single day for her. And my family never leaves the front door locked. So I haul the box all the way across the warehouse, out to my car, where I have to put it down to unlock my car, pick it up, put it in, when I get home: get it out, put it down so I can lock my car, put it down outside the house to unlock the door....oh the pain.
So then I got "smart" the other day and told my mom the price went up to 50 cents a book, so I could at least have some profit. Well, ironically, a couple days later I saw a sticky note for what she was going to charge her friends for the books and it was a little bit more than the money she'd given me for Sonlight. So I asked her about it and at first she wouldn't tell me, then she got mad and said she charged her friends a little bit more than 50 cents so *she* could make a profit. Even more ironically in a few days after *that*, Sonlight announced that they thought it was about time to raise the price to 50 cents per book, which will again leave me profitless! Oh well. Such is the way of things sometimes. La dee dah. And the phone is ringing right now and it's Uncle Bill again. It's very irritating because he knows we don't answer our phone and he knows we're always home and he knows how many rings before the answering machine picks up, so he calls, waits 4 rings, hangs up, calls 10 minutes later, until mom loses it and finally answers. Well tonight, he probably called 15 times and then the doorbell rings and there he is. What a weirdo.
Well, I'm going with my darling Paul to have coffee or something at Paris, so I'm going to share the first poem he wrote for me and then one I wrote for him.

before I lay your hand in mine
and take you to the stars
before I run your soft hair through my fingers
your own scent tingles my senses
filling my head with clouds
I've melted in your smile
I've glowed within your symphonic laughter
and I feel I've already touched the stars
but I've barely left the ground
and if I were to take you anywhere
you'd be taking me some place similar
I would never want to leave
~mpg

The music I taste is the answer
See me looking down
Your skin caressed by silk
Eyes searching for the depth
I dry the tears
And then your face
Kiss your eyelids closed
To the sweetness beneath
A scythe through my heart
I must run far
I will take all the pain
I'd rather feel it alone
Than see it in you
This last I could not bear
I cannot see through the ice
To the sun kissing the tips of mountains
I feel you move to stand beside me
Bodies touch
Warm water around us now
As the sun finds our skin
~ljk

2003-04-28T23:41:00.000-07:00

My blog time's are messed up. What the hell time is it anyway? 12? 1? 2? Eastern? Pacific? Mountain? What?

2003-04-28T23:00:00.000-07:00

I am recently inspired to start this blog by my brother, Matt, the grandiose creator of Tiger Teh Tiger, to whom I owe great entertainment and much joy in life. Also to my sister, Kara, whose very adorable blog made me want to keep up with my own life in this way. Time just seems to flap by on wings of terror without so much as a sideways glance.