Oooh, Girl

I am in trou-ble.

It hot last night at the movie show

I haven't worn white since my wedding.

I want to marry Eugene Hutz and spend the rest of my life listening to his broken English.

And as the boy scouts learn to read between the lines
The silver rabbits hop between their fathers' lies
And boy scouts ask "Where? Where do they go?"
They go to the country that they only know

Today is a good fucking day.

It's True

I've tried to be dutiful to the lovers we could have been.

It sure does break my heart to say this

But I think it's time to head South.

This is how I used to feel. And I cannot decide the fact that I no longer feel like this is empowering or doubly heartbreaking.


Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Thank you, W.H. Auden

Actual Text Message Exchange With My Little Sister That I Do Not Recall

3:14 AM (sister): FMOSS 3*, get it?
3:14 AM (moi): Yes!! Fmoss 3*! Ohh, Kevin.
3:15 AM (sister): YES!!!!!




*For those of you who are unschooled and less nerdy than the sisters Long, this is a Daria reference. From the episode where they take a field trip to an epic shopping center and the football player Kevin attempts to remember their parking location by making a word out of "f" "moss" and "3." Fmoss 3. Of course. Ahem.

Just So You Know

This is the face I will make behind your back when you bring in cherry chip cupcakes to the office. Judas!