an eightball isn't love

9:27 p.m. x 2004-03-06

nellie mckay's album "get away from me" is priceless. her voice is so calm and old-sounding, like a little white billie holiday, but her lyrics are so snarky and spiteful...

if you would sit
oh so close to me
that would be nice
like itís supposed to be
if you donít, iíll slit your throat
so wonít you please be nice

i got that, hammer of the gods, and a lot of acrylique paint and sharpies today, while i really should've been scouring for light fixtures. having a free rest of the day, i holed up in chez myssi to paint, and was continuouslly and embarrassingly interrupted (i can't paint with my shirt on, i own no "work clothes", and my door no longer locks - fantastic). and "sweet heart dealer" is STILL NOT HERE...*taps foot impatiently*. i ordered it sunday, so according to psymom, it'll come monday. i hope so.

now if you'll excuse me i must go exercise my methods of seduction. i'm prepping for some serious flirting here soon, and concidering how prone i am to the oblivious stare and a disabling stutter, i must commit myself to this quite hard. if all else fails, i will woo him with my loyalty and subservience. who wouldn't go for THAT...

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
(& etc)

anybody can be just like me, obviously.
not too many can be like you, fortunately.
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