dear delilah

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Stream her with roses and daisies, dear mother,
let all that she speak be all that that she hears.
For no higher, no higher let her forehead doth grow;
and so dote, dote my mother, my mother so dear
and let her run free with a conscience so clear

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Friday, 1 June 2007

My heart won't be your rag doll

Ok. The real post.

I came home early from a full day of Lectures, because I felt like burr. (Note: This is one of my newest incoherent-words-made-coherent, next to newo, or ketchup. Remember, I patented it!) Flopped onto my dad's queen-sized bed cause my dark, emo room looked more emo than usual, and it was currently being a victim of my maid's OCD rampage! So if it looks clean, its NOT MY FAULT.

But a problem occurred. Bad headache, CAN'T SLEEP. Tossing and turning in my bed, coughing, sneezing, throbbing migraine. Took me about half an hour to fall asleep.

Even the booger (that is, the cat) is sleeping like a grumpy don't-wake-me-up log.

he told me that I've done alright
and kissed me till the morning light