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Ten Things That Debra Jean Danger Really Loves
10: Giving blankets to homeless shelters so that the destitute can stay warm at night.
9: Painting murals in lo-income areas.
8: Reading non-sexist children's stories to orphans.
7: Eating candy.
6: Equality in the work place.
5: Interpretive dance.
4: Babysitting for single mothers and not taking any pay for it.
3: Giving speeches on safe sex practices.
2: Marching in pride oriented parades.
1: People who need people
10: Giving blankets to homeless shelters so that the destitute can stay warm at night.
9: Painting murals in lo-income areas.
8: Reading non-sexist children's stories to orphans.
7: Eating candy.
6: Equality in the work place.
5: Interpretive dance.
4: Babysitting for single mothers and not taking any pay for it.
3: Giving speeches on safe sex practices.
2: Marching in pride oriented parades.
1: People who need people
So today I'm coming home, this should be interesting. I will be winning all over Portland January 17-26th. This Playboy thing prompted my trip back, but now I'm glad I'm going. Moving to NYC in two weeks when would I again get the chance? This might be he last time I'm back for a year, or two.
Will you give me, some kind of sign lord, will you give me a third eye, a heaven, or a hell, to come home to.
Will you give me, some kind of sign lord, will you give me a third eye, a heaven, or a hell, to come home to.
All I want, is a place, to run away from, a man, with open arms, to say no to.
All I want, is a place, to run away from, someone, with open arms, to say no to.
Will you give me, some kind of sign lord, will you give me a third eye, a heaven, or a hell, to come home to.
I wrote this song last night driving home from Sundance, this morning I received my ticket to New York from somebody I think I might be in love with. I'll make a video to give to Spooky of me singing it.
Will you give me, some kind of sign lord, will you give me a third eye, a heaven, or a hell, to come home to.
All I want, is a place, to run away from, a man, with open arms, to say no to.
All I want, is a place, to run away from, someone, with open arms, to say no to.
Will you give me, some kind of sign lord, will you give me a third eye, a heaven, or a hell, to come home to.
I wrote this song last night driving home from Sundance, this morning I received my ticket to New York from somebody I think I might be in love with. I'll make a video to give to Spooky of me singing it.
Well I tried and I tried, but it's hard to keep a man like you satisfied, you walked out that door, love don't live here any more.
Back from my trip, and what a trip it was. Drugs, Country, and Rock n' Role.
The Fist Night: Gomiboy picked me up from a flight that was all about getting my drink on. We had more drinks and food and some of the best conversation Iv'e had in Shirley knows how long. I went to sleep happy and dreamed about Ponies.
The Second Night: We woke up early and drove out to my photo shoot, a slow strip tease for the masses. More Gomiboy quality time, that man is fantastic to the max.
The Third Night: Heaven, take the Bart out to meet my friend eXtreme Elvis. For dinner we had lamb, for dessert we turned on. That man is one of the most beautiful and sexy folks Iv'e ever met. We achieved a Partridge Reality, sitting in the shower, in dreams I live there with him. I could not say he was smart and full of everything I wanted enough times to make it untrue.
The Forth Night: The Suicide Girls Fans and Friends Get-Together. At first I thought I was much to drained to enjoy this event but how wrong I was. I found Brian in the bathroom looking into the mirror, I joined him, trying to see who I was also. We found ourselves playing good cop bad cop with poor Miguel, whom I thought was inwardly stoic, but was shot down with a more boring resilient. Gomiboy, Brian, and I sat on the couch talking about everything. We tried to sleep, I took a valium and ended up emptying out the nights fun from my stomach for the first time in years. When I opened the bathroom door Brian was holding a cup of water for me, that's fucking love in my book.
The Fifth Night: We woke up late and ate crêpes, went shopping, took sticker photos, played in the park and told each other See You Soon. I meant it.
The Sixths Night: I missed my plain by 6 minutes, spent the day sleeping in phone booths, eating valium, and drinking in the airport bars. See You Soon.
The Fist Night: Gomiboy picked me up from a flight that was all about getting my drink on. We had more drinks and food and some of the best conversation Iv'e had in Shirley knows how long. I went to sleep happy and dreamed about Ponies.
The Second Night: We woke up early and drove out to my photo shoot, a slow strip tease for the masses. More Gomiboy quality time, that man is fantastic to the max.
The Third Night: Heaven, take the Bart out to meet my friend eXtreme Elvis. For dinner we had lamb, for dessert we turned on. That man is one of the most beautiful and sexy folks Iv'e ever met. We achieved a Partridge Reality, sitting in the shower, in dreams I live there with him. I could not say he was smart and full of everything I wanted enough times to make it untrue.
The Forth Night: The Suicide Girls Fans and Friends Get-Together. At first I thought I was much to drained to enjoy this event but how wrong I was. I found Brian in the bathroom looking into the mirror, I joined him, trying to see who I was also. We found ourselves playing good cop bad cop with poor Miguel, whom I thought was inwardly stoic, but was shot down with a more boring resilient. Gomiboy, Brian, and I sat on the couch talking about everything. We tried to sleep, I took a valium and ended up emptying out the nights fun from my stomach for the first time in years. When I opened the bathroom door Brian was holding a cup of water for me, that's fucking love in my book.
The Fifth Night: We woke up late and ate crêpes, went shopping, took sticker photos, played in the park and told each other See You Soon. I meant it.
The Sixths Night: I missed my plain by 6 minutes, spent the day sleeping in phone booths, eating valium, and drinking in the airport bars. See You Soon.
I'm sorry to make y'all worry, it's just that there are times in my life that I wish I never met the people I want the most. I don't know anybody or anything anymore somebody heal me with sleep. Somebody I? I think I'm going to try to forget we ever. I think I'm just to silly for you, or is it just to quiet.
I'm doing my best to enjoy my self but sometimes that's just not enough. If I ever end up here again I'm going to make sure to bring some chloroform so I can tune out. There was a reason Iv'e spent the past months of my life alone. I know there's a reason for my loneness in SLC why am I so empty here. When does this end when is no I can't any more I don't want to live like this I don't know. Stop making the shit apology for things you can't control, and stop thinking your special.
