the moon allows her beams to weigh o'er peri(t)winkle shores a fleeting memory of lost love riding on fading stars a phantom drum, like a rhythm so familiar to both ears and heart defining our every step on a path who's destination is not known as either good or evil. the beacon glows green, fog, while the sounds of our souls are lost in the haze from below a warm breeze guides your foot- fall in step with mine hands joined in a quest to reach the end rediscovering our past, the emerging path ahead brings us to where we want to be drowning in time to an old lover's requiem.
"Looking back over a lifetime, you see that love was the answer to everything."- Ray Bradbury
Today started yesterday. Haven't slept yet, aside from cat naps stolen on the couch. Ahem >.>; Someone kept me up all night, but someone is cute and sweet so I can handle that.
I have thus accomplished...
made more of our supersecretamazinglyphenomenal cake release, doubled the recipe because we go through it way too fast;
got an interview at Sears tomorrow, home appliances;
finished Friday's menu for gumbo, potato salad, and bombtastic brownies;
found my dream refrigerator, so, so out of budget.
Just a little case of mood poisoning.. must have been something I hate.
I'm a lazy bastard. I'm a lazy bastard. I'm a lazy bastard. I'm a lazy bastard.I'm a lazy bastard.
Haven't you heard? I've decided to try a new motivational tactic. Instead of taxing myself with a daunting 'to do' list every day, I'm going to redirect that energy into making an 'accomplished today' memo, and take note of the things that I actually got off my ass and did. Yeah, it's not the best method, I'm lazy, bite my shiny metal ass.
What I've Accomplished Today;
Downloaded, labeled, and sorted over 1,400 textures for PSP;
[Finally] downloaded the CDs my mom asked me for;
Got my base layout coded for VF, now working on colours and imaging;
Downloaded World War Z for my kindle;
Lost my mobile twice, left my kindle in the fridge, and searched for the headphones that were still on my head for a good half-hour before I thought to question where the music came from;
Two more CDs for mom;
Four icons, six banners, and touched up a previous blend I did;
Two more blends, downloaded new pixel fonts, and added about 25 new books to my kindle;
the moon allows her beams to weigh o'er peri(t)winkle shores a fleeting memory of lost love riding on fading stars a phantom drum, like a rhythm so familiar to both ears and heart defining our every step on a path who's destination is not known as either good or evil. the beacon glows green, fog, while the sounds of our souls are lost in the haze from below a warm breeze guides your foot- fall in step with mine hands joined in a quest to reach the end rediscovering our past, the emerging path ahead brings us to where we want to be drowning in time to an old lover's requiem.
"Looking back over a lifetime, you see that love was the answer to everything."- Ray Bradbury
Today started yesterday. Haven't slept yet, aside from cat naps stolen on the couch. Ahem >.>; Someone kept me up all night, but someone is cute and sweet so I can handle that.
I have thus accomplished...
made more of our supersecretamazinglyphenomenal cake release, doubled the recipe because we go through it way too fast;
got an interview at Sears tomorrow, home appliances;
finished Friday's menu for gumbo, potato salad, and bombtastic brownies;
found my dream refrigerator, so, so out of budget.
Just a little case of mood poisoning.. must have been something I hate.
I'm a lazy bastard. I'm a lazy bastard. I'm a lazy bastard. I'm a lazy bastard.I'm a lazy bastard.
Haven't you heard? I've decided to try a new motivational tactic. Instead of taxing myself with a daunting 'to do' list every day, I'm going to redirect that energy into making an 'accomplished today' memo, and take note of the things that I actually got off my ass and did. Yeah, it's not the best method, I'm lazy, bite my shiny metal ass.
What I've Accomplished Today;
Downloaded, labeled, and sorted over 1,400 textures for PSP;
[Finally] downloaded the CDs my mom asked me for;
Got my base layout coded for VF, now working on colours and imaging;
Downloaded World War Z for my kindle;
Lost my mobile twice, left my kindle in the fridge, and searched for the headphones that were still on my head for a good half-hour before I thought to question where the music came from;
Two more CDs for mom;
Four icons, six banners, and touched up a previous blend I did;
Two more blends, downloaded new pixel fonts, and added about 25 new books to my kindle;
* kiss my ass, Jack.
And it's only 1300.Now it's 1611.2145&I'm out.
the call to arms was never true;
i'm medicated, how are you
Poppy. 21, female.
Obviously from America, if you couldn't tell by my complete lack of sophistication.
I can't be arsed enough to write anything here, really, so enjoy some facts about yours truly: → I have 11 tattoos and have retired over 60 piercings; I got my first 'real' piercing when I was 15 and have gone to the same piercer since, six years later and counting. → I make jewelry, cook, bake, and also decorate cakes for commission. → Cold coffee is offensive and should be punishable to the fullest extent of the law. → Occasionally I model for a few photographers. → I'm honestly scared of three things in life- heights, spiders, and failure, in no particular order. →I am in love with Brian Molko. He has the most beautiful, angelic soul, and his music has saved my life a dozen times over. → I have apathetic OCD. Everything has a place and should be in it's place.. as long as I'm not the one doing it. → I'm a perfectionist to a fault; I can find a flaw in everything I do. → I'm obsessed with fonts, textures, and brushes for Paint Shop Pro; I'm always seeking new ones out. → Numbers have significant meaning to me. I associate everything with numbers, and my 'lucky' numbers are 23 and 73.
I believe very strongly that when it comes to desire, when it comes to attraction, that things are never black and white, things are very much shades of grey. ~ Brian Molko
when he reads his works to me
I swallow words like a placebo
So take your little black book
I see the way that you look in to it
I’ll eat it and I’ll cut my tongue
And all the pages you spread,
Sweet as honey you said
But I’m choking on your bitter stories
