I'm going to lay down. I need to sleep off this hangover. Have a nice night, Schoen. Go make up with your chili pepper. You'll thank yourself in the morning.
I come back from dance class to sit in an empty cyber-hottub and talk to myself...
good lord
SO kill me if I'm not in the mood to go out to some meat-market yuppy-ass bar and get all happy shouty for a foreign holiday- this schitty sux the life outta me- I swear 😢 the drivers alone can leave me grateful for my very life at the end of the day!!!!
*picks up the remote and scans the channels for spongebob*
whatever-
I've got the sweet life...
*little voice in the back of head tells schoene: "you just keep telling yerself that sweety"*
but I DO!!!
I KNOW I have the sweet life when spongebob is on and there is still icecream left in the freezer!!!!!
*iceream melts instantly and schoene is left to eat her ice-cream soup- style but decides to just ditch the spoon and drink the liqui-fat straight-up*
sooo
I have this problem of bumping into things...okay I- I'm understating a little- I walk into WALLS and stuff! WTF is that? I have great eye-sight...I whack my knees into coffee tables alot too...I have so many bruises just from WALKING INTO SHIT!
I'm supposed to be coordinated...
dancer-schmancer! I 'm still in pain from smacking my elbow on the door jamb last night...itsnot like I even take up that much space! SHeeeesh- I'm like 5'5.5" I'm a delicate frame- but I'm ALWAYS braking myself!!! I think my limbs are too long...I should keep my elbows closer to my waist when I walk down the hall...
*dips hand into hottub water and notices that it is suspisciously foggy* This water could be changed...
juwaaannnnaaaa?? *too lazy to get out of hottub, schoene reaches for the cell phone but drops it in the water by accident*
*stares at the water's surface with a dumb blank look on face*
well that is just a shame...
*reaches for a towel but whacks elbow on the outside edge of the hottub*
<BR> <BR> "I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz<BR> or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:<BR> I love you as certain dark things are loved,<BR> secretly, between the shadow and the soul.<BR> <BR> I love you as the plant that doesn
In the dawning silence<BR> I can hear the phantom ring<BR> The world just seems to fall away<BR> I hear the angels sing <BR> <BR> Grief and pain just disappear<BR> My world is mine again<BR> And for that single moment<BR> I can live without an end <BR> <B
Velvet whispers<BR> Inaudible murmuring <BR> Stifled secrets<BR> <BR> Indigo shadows veil desperation<BR> Obscuring desire<BR> <BR> In a lucid azure dream<BR> I found you<BR> <BR> Under a sapphire sky.
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