BlackTapeGrrl's Xanga

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Sat, 26 Nov 2005 00:10:59 GMT

HAHAHAAHAHAHAAA

Friday, September 09, 2005

Fri, 09 Sep 2005 23:06:25 GMT

Yeah, I post here occasionally. But mostly on my LiveJournal.

This is the new winter coat I ordered. w00t.

Hey little boy, ya like to play with fire?

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Thu, 11 Aug 2005 04:35:48 GMT

Listening to Ben Folds always makes me weepy. That's a good thing, though. This album is amazing.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Thu, 23 Jun 2005 04:18:06 GMT

There is a certain perverse joy in driving in a 1985 Dodge Aries (can't revive this one on the third disc....baaaa-ZING! Props to anyone who actually got that reference....) on a hot day with the windows down blasting Milli Vanilli.

Xanga's not letting me tell you what I'm currently listening to, so I guess I have to:

Artist: Aimee Mann Song: "I Can't Help You Anymore" Album: The Forgotten Arm

I really dig these lyrics as it seems like Aimee wrote them just for me. She's STALKING ME!!!! :O

That summer was just crazy hot 

We walked the fairground parking lot 

And with our secret handshakes 

Sealed the deal completely 

But I'm too close to know just what 

Will keep Pandora's boxes shut 

And so I'll fail you badly 

When you really need me 



'Cause I don't know 

What I should know – 

That I can't help you anymore 

No, I can't help you anymore 

No, I can't help you anymore 



I'll get a pen and make a list 

And give you my analysis 

But I can't write this story 

With a happy ending 

Was I the bullet or the gun 

Or just a target drawn upon 

A wall that you decided 

Wasn't worth defending? 



And I should know 

But I don't know 

That I can't help you anymore 

No, I can't help you anymore 

No, I can't help you anymore 

Anymore 

No, I can't help you 



'Cause baby, look what I have done 

The ruins just go on and on 

I've got to let it go now, or it will drag me under 



So I can't help you anymore 

No, I can't help you anymore 

No, I can't help you anymore 

Anymore 

No, I can't help you anymore

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Tue, 31 May 2005 18:30:23 GMT

Okay, I'll post here too sometimes....

l to r: My sister Ashley (see? we share no resemblance whatsoever), Brian (my hairy Italian man beast), and I. Please don't laugh too hard at my double chin of DOOM.

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Tue, 31 May 2005 15:16:51 GMT

For those of you who still care, I am now located at LJ. See you on the wired.

Sunday, May 22, 2005

Sun, 22 May 2005 16:42:15 GMT

From the 22nd floor
Walking down the corridor
Looking out the picture window down
On Sycamore

While perspective lines converge
Rows of cars and buses merge
All the sweet green trees of Atlanta burst
Like little bombs
Or little pom-poms
Shaken by a careless hand
That drives them off
And leaves again

Life just kind of empties out
Less a deluge than a drought
Less a giant mushroom cloud
Than an unexploded shell
Inside a cell
Of the Lennox Hotel

On the 22nd floor
Found a notice on my door
While outside, the sun is shining on
Those little bombs
Those little pom-poms

Life just kind of empties out
Less a deluge than a drought
Less a giant mushroom cloud
Than an unexploded shell
Inside a cell
Of the Lennox Hotel

Inside a cell
Of the Lennox Hotel

Inside a cell
Of the Lennox Hotel

Inside a cell
Of the Lennox Hotel

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Wed, 22 Dec 2004 18:14:10 GMT

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhh.......family drama. BIG TIME. This I don't need. Kristin's House: We Know Drama. Anyone know how to manipulate the TNT logo to say that? I swear, if there were hidden cameras all over my house, we could make a killing for a reality TV show. Oh well, at least I have my Napoleon Dynamite DVD to make me smile....

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Sun, 19 Dec 2004 01:28:36 GMT

Yep. That's about right.

Thursday, December 09, 2004

Thu, 09 Dec 2004 20:59:10 GMT

Bad year to be a rockstar:
Dimebag Darrell of Pantera got whacked on stage.
http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1494653/20041209/damageplan.jhtml?headlines=true
I've never liked Pantera, but this is crazy.