.: Kinda A Problem... But Not :.

Not An Addict - K's Choice

Breath it in and breath it out
and pass it on it's almost out
We're so creative and so much more
We're high above, but on the floor

It's not a habit, it's cool
I feel alive
If you don't have it your on
the other side

The deeper you stick it in your vein
The deeper the thoughts there's no more pain
I'm in heaven, I'm a god
I'm everywhere, I feel so hot

It's not a habit, it's cool
I feel alive
If you don't have it your on
the other side
I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)

Oohoo (8x)

It's over now, I'm cold, alone
I'm just a person on my own
Nothing means a thing to me
Oh, nothing means a thing to me

Free me, leave me
Watch me as I'm going down
Free me, see me
Look at me I'm falling
And I'm falling.........

It is not a habit, it is cool
I feel alive I feel.......
It is not a habit, it is cool
I feel alive

I'm not an addict, I'm not an addict, I'm not an addict.

.: The Red Shoes:.

So the story of my red shoes are this... I was invited to compete in a blues dance competition. I traveled down to St. Louis especially for it. It had been ages since I bothered to dress up for a dance so it might as well be for a special out-of-town event, yes? Went digging around for new used stuff at Plato's Closet and found these not so hush puppies.

Went up for competition and the only outstanding thing that came of it were shouts about the sexy red shoes. Hehehe.. forgot to mention I broke them in the night of the competition... :) Unfortunately, few dances later, a couple seriously crashed in to me and my partner. Now there is a gouge of red out of the shoe. Sure, I mighta twisted an ankle or something... but the shoe!!

Update: I'd probably took them out for a walk once since then. Then with the news of the movie audition for swing dancers, I'd decided to dance in heels again. So I brought the girls out on the town to Fizz. There Keir took this lovely picture... Ain't she sweet?

.: The Mad Ones :.

from Jack Kerouac:

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars...

.: Oh! Karaoke :.

I've heard this song several times on the loop at work... and each time I can see Hot Andy on his knees wailing this song while karaoke-ing at Holiday Club. I hearts guys that lip sync their lovin'. (I'm looking at you, Maverick from Top Gun... You've lost that loving feeling...)

Oh! Darling - The Beatles

Oh! Darling, please believe me
I'll never do you no harm
Believe me when I tell you
I'll never do you no harm

Oh! Darling, if you leave me
I'll never make it alone
Believe me when I thank you, ooo
Don't ever leave me alone

When you told me
You didn't need me anymore
Well you know I nearly broke down and cried
When you told me
You didn't need me anymore
Well you know I nearly broke down and died

Oh! Darling, if you leave me
I'll never make it alone
Believe me when I tell you
I'll never do you no harm
Believe me darling

When you told me
You didn't need me anymore
Well you know I nearly broke down and cried
When you told me
You didn't need me anymore
Well you know I nearly broke down and died

Oh! Darling, please believe me
I'll never let you down
Oh, believe me darling
Believe me when I tell you, ooo
I'll never do you no harm