Well ok.
I've got the day off tomorrow, and am going to cram as many things in as possible, and hopefully I will have a new job. Er, ANOTHER job, or something. In addition to the ones I've got. Part of me seriously contemplates joining the "real world", ie, the 8-5'ers, and even though it will be hard to adapt, it's not impossible...
Thank goodness for Lesa. She articulated what's been on my mind for awhile in her journal entry today. Fuck 'em all, the ones who don't get it. People=dumb.
Fortunately I know that quite a few people here on SG aren't just regular folk, hence why I keep coming back here and rambling, er, "participating" in the community. There isn't really anywhere else on the net I find that makes me feel as I do here. Something close to sanctuary in this fickle place called the net, and life in general.
I think I'm listening to one of the saddest songs right now, Roberta Flack's The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face:
The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the end of the skies
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command...my love
The first time ever I lay with you
And felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last 'til the end of time...my love
The first time ever I saw your face
Your face, your face, your face....
I've got the day off tomorrow, and am going to cram as many things in as possible, and hopefully I will have a new job. Er, ANOTHER job, or something. In addition to the ones I've got. Part of me seriously contemplates joining the "real world", ie, the 8-5'ers, and even though it will be hard to adapt, it's not impossible...
Thank goodness for Lesa. She articulated what's been on my mind for awhile in her journal entry today. Fuck 'em all, the ones who don't get it. People=dumb.
Fortunately I know that quite a few people here on SG aren't just regular folk, hence why I keep coming back here and rambling, er, "participating" in the community. There isn't really anywhere else on the net I find that makes me feel as I do here. Something close to sanctuary in this fickle place called the net, and life in general.
I think I'm listening to one of the saddest songs right now, Roberta Flack's The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face:
The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the end of the skies
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command...my love
The first time ever I lay with you
And felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last 'til the end of time...my love
The first time ever I saw your face
Your face, your face, your face....
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throatneedle:
VH1 Classic rules!
jason:
flack is a sad one. her old man donny hathaway flung his bad self from the 15th floor of the Essex House in 1979. he did a great 'whats goin on'. sho nuff, sho nuff...