FLAMES...FLAME, ON THE SIDE OF MY HEAD...

For Michelle... again. Just thought you might like to see the REAL video for the song I dedicated to you. It is much better. Hope to see you soon.




-B
I'm lookin' to the sky to save me, looking for a shining light

For Michelle...

I am sorry that I hurt your feelings for not being able to spend time with you on Christmas and your birthday. I hope that you understand my situation and all that I am going through, and although that is no acceptable excuse, unfortunately it is the cause of my recently having to distance myself from others. We have always been very close, and there are no words in the English or Latin language (Greek maybe?) that could fully describe how proud of you I am for not only what you have accomplished but equally as much for how much you have had to overcome and how far you have gone to prove that I was right when I said I would never give up on you nor ever stop believing in you. I hope you soon accept my apology; it seems it was nothing more than miscommunication and I will be here waiting for your call when you feel ready to talk. Until then, I dedicate this song to you because even though I am not a fan of Pink's music, my first thought when I heard this song was of you. I love you very much, and I truly hope to hear from you soon and that you can forgive me for any pain that I may have caused you.



-B
Don't you ever feel like you're less than fuckin' perfect

Accidently Like A Martyr

For the fella's (or ladies, whatever floats your boat);

I'm guessing Victoria's Secret, Spring catalog, 2009

I cannot think today as I have not been able to sleep for the past 5-6 days. I am starting to hallucinate, as pictured below:

Property of the great Tatsuya Ishida of the greatest webcomic, Sinfest.

Ambien works as well as turning off the news to feel like you were helping the fight against the Nazi's, unless you are Mel Gibson and/or his dad, in which case you probably still have your signed copy of Mein Kampf sitting on your bookshelf of other anti-Semitic literature. Assholes.

Anyway, my brain has now entered the "Quantum Entanglement" stage of Schrödinger's Cat Thought Experiment. My brain is neither alive nor dead, but it is arguing with me and it is winning. By the way, I use Wikipedia (Which I hate) for links as it is often the easiest way for those who do not understand some of the terminology I use to achieve a basic understanding of what the fuck I am talking about. Just a convenience, not an insult to anyone's intelligence. Except you, Michelle. (Yeah, you, the Michelle that "claims" she is my sister and actually from this planet, but I only do this because she is incredibly smarter than I am so I take the childish road. It's a moral victory.)

I would like to thank Cass and her friends for spreading the word about my little rambling sight here, as readership has increased quite a lot and that just inspires me to write more, which is something I need to do, so please comment what you love, hate, fear, offended by, or are aroused by (it's my grammar, I know. It's ok ladies, you don't gotta lie to kick it). Thank you to all the new readers and future new readers, and of course the old ones who never left.

PS - Cass...PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD when you go to this page, SIGN OUT. You are logged in as me and it makes me look like I am arguing with myself when you post comments. Which occasionally, I am, but really it's just the principle of the issue ;)

-B

Accidently like a Martyr.