dear delilah








Fathers, be good to your daughters; daughters will love like you do.

you are the strength and the weight of her world

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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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Sunday, 3 June 2007
Tshirts suck.

Ohmigosh. Michelle! I was websurfing, and I found this:

"If you don't like Spoon, you should die."


FINALLY, the world is starting to make sense!



Anyway, I really wish I could get some good sleep for once. Its starting to make me quite grumpy.

I had yet another dream last night, which was very weird. I was watching TV (rhymes with deevee!) and my sister's boyfriend came over and told me that he and my sister were going off, and to look after the cat. And as I nodded, he said "Wow, you are cute!" Suddenly my eyes turned into some human version of puss in boots from shrek(as in, the look that exists in this world), and he patted me on the head.

Weird, because the only time this would happen is if I was dying, or the world was coming to an end. Seriously.


I am wearing a shirt that says "Moderation in all things" to church. NOT what I am trying to express, but what the mustard, eh? Its just a shirt.

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