I was Tired of Wallowing This Week

Hence, the not-too-descriptive about the inner workings of my battered soul. Though all the politics floating around there just as aggravating, at least I'm not waiting for George W. Bush to call [he never calls me back].

So here's the game I'm going to play. I'm going to put Billie on shuffle, and we'll see if I can find lyrics that will contribute to my mood/state of being. This is an experiment. We'll go with 5 songs.

1)Chop Suey--System of a Down

Here you go create another fable
You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to

That's pretty good.

2)Something in the Way--Nirvana

And I’m living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
It’s okay to eat fish
’cause they don’t have any feelings

Something in the way, mmm

Perhaps a little more melancholy than I intended, but I certainly felt that when my alarm went off this morning. Stupid alarm. I hate you alarm.

3)Galaxy of Emptiness--Beth Orton

Though I'm happiest when there's no reason for me to be

When no one's expectations do a heavy on my heart
And so much hope it sometimes tears me all apart
Won't you please knock me off my feet, for a while?

Monkey see, monkey do
I spent my whole life surrounded by people like you
With all that expectation do a heavy on your heart
But no ideas to let it tear it all apart
Won't you please knock me off my feet, for a while?

That one's probably the best one so far.

4)Nefarious--Spoon

She was smoking up all his cigarettes
and putting 'em out in his hand

She said that you think this hurts now kid,
Well just wait till later man
this is fucking torture to me, it's fucking torture

what's good?
what's not so good?
sometimes it's hard for her to tell


5)Untouchable Face--Ani Difranco (and I just started laughing)

think i'm going for a walk now
i feel a little unsteady
i don't want nobody to follow me
'cept maybe you
i could make you happy you know
if you weren't already
i could do a lot of things
and i do

so fuck you
and your untouchable face
and fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch
and who am i
i bet you can't even tell me that much

y'know, i don't look forward
to seeing you again soon
you'll look like a photograph of yourself
taken from far far away
and i won't know what to do
and i won't know what to say

except fuck you...

And I laugh and I laugh. Seriously. Even the melancholy stuff. I love it. This was a fun game for me. I'm sure it's boring as all Hell to everyone else. But MY BLOG--MY BLOG AND I WILL HAVE FUN ON IT.

Busy weekend planned. And my legs and naughty bits are hairless, which usually precludes some drunken, debaucherous bad ideas, but bad ideas seem to be what I specialize in. As long as I stay away from one, I can handle the fallout of the others.

I think I'm gonna get some business cards:

Carrie
*Bad Idea Specialist
*General Badass