Friday, May 2, 2008

As I mature...............

As I mature...............

I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.

I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just assholes.

I've learnt that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.

I've learned that you can get by on charm for about 15 minutes. After that, you'd better have a big willy or huge boobs.

I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others- they are more screwed up that you think.

I've learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you're finished.

I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebraties.

I've learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades, and there had better be a lot of money to take its place!

I've learned that 99% of the time when something isnt working in the house, one of your kids did it.

I've learned that people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon, and all the less important ones just never go away.

Pass this along to 5 friends....trust me, they'll appreciate it. Who knows, maybe something good will happen.
If not.....tough shit.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Wig In A Box (my anthem)

On nights like this
When the world's a bit amiss
And the lights go down
Across the trailer park
I get down, I feel had
Feel on the verge of going mad
And then it's time to punch the clock

I put on some make-up
Turn on the tape deck
And put the wig back on my head
Suddenly I'm Miss Midwest Midnight Checkout Queen
Until I head home
And I put myself to bed

I look back on where I'm from
Look at the woman I've become
And the strangest things seem suddenly routine
I look up from my Vermouth on the rocks
The gift wrapped wig's still in the box
Of towering velveteen

I put on some make-up
Some LaVern Baker
And pull the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly I'm Miss Beehive 1963
Until I wake up
And I turn back to myself

Some girls, they got natural ease
They wear it any way they please
With their French flip curls
From perfumed magazines
Wear it up, let it down
This is the best way that I've found
To be the best you've ever seen

I put on some make-up
Turn on the eight-track
I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly I'm Miss Farrah Fawcett
From TV
Until I wake up
And I turn back to myself

Shag, bi-level, bob
Dorothy Hamill do,
Sausage curl, chicken wings
It's all because of you
With your blow dried, feather backed
Toni home wave, too
Flip, fro , frizz, flop
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
It's all because of you

(okay...everybody...)

I put on some make-up
Turn on the eight track
I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly I'm Miss Punk Rock Star
Of stage and screen
And I ain't ever
I'm never turning back

- Wig In A Box (Hedwig & The Angry Inch)

Have decided that this good time party girl needed an anthem and so this song seemed ideal :o)

The Eels song



Courtesy of The Mighty Boosh