And the moment will come when composure returns
Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall
And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
Down the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigade
Look with curious eyes on your raggedy way
And for once in your life you've got nothing to say
And could this be the time when somebody will come
To say, "Look at yourself, you're not much used to anyone"
Take a walk in the park, take a valium pill
Read the letter you got from the memory girl
But it takes more than this to make sense of the day
Yeah it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste
And you trusted to this, and you trusted to that
And when you saw it all come, it was waving the flag
Of the United States of Calamity, hey!
After all that you've done, boy, I know you're going to pay
In the morning you come to the ladies' salon
To get all fitted out for The Paperback Throne
But the people are living far away from the place
Where you wanted to help, your a bit of a waste
And the puzzle will last till somebody will say
"There's a lot to be done while your head is still young"
If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind
Then the moment will come, and the memory will shine
Now the trouble is over, everybody got paid
Everybody is happy, they are glad that they came
Then you go to the place where you've finally found
You can look at yourself sleep the clock around
Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall
And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
Down the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigade
Look with curious eyes on your raggedy way
And for once in your life you've got nothing to say
And could this be the time when somebody will come
To say, "Look at yourself, you're not much used to anyone"
Take a walk in the park, take a valium pill
Read the letter you got from the memory girl
But it takes more than this to make sense of the day
Yeah it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste
And you trusted to this, and you trusted to that
And when you saw it all come, it was waving the flag
Of the United States of Calamity, hey!
After all that you've done, boy, I know you're going to pay
In the morning you come to the ladies' salon
To get all fitted out for The Paperback Throne
But the people are living far away from the place
Where you wanted to help, your a bit of a waste
And the puzzle will last till somebody will say
"There's a lot to be done while your head is still young"
If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind
Then the moment will come, and the memory will shine
Now the trouble is over, everybody got paid
Everybody is happy, they are glad that they came
Then you go to the place where you've finally found
You can look at yourself sleep the clock around
What's your favorite kind of Girl Scout cookie?
Submitted by My Lovely One.
THIN MINTS. Anyone who can hook me up with a few boxes will totally win my heart.
What's the worst pickup line you've ever heard?
Submitted by ShellEy.
I don't usually get pickup lines, but instead get assaulted on the dancefloor which is infinitely more annoying. Note to the guy dancers out there: if I choose you for a little hot sweaty stranger dancing, I'll let you know. No need to grab my ass to let me know you're interested.
At the risk of being annoyingly perky, here's a list of why today is awesome:
- Woke up early enough to have a relaxing morning of farting around on the internet and leisurely showering.
- Will be leaving shortly for lunch with my grandma at my favorite lunch (or anything, really) place in Baltimore. Pumpkin French Toast!
- Getting a much needed haircut and pedicure. Pedicure day is always a good day.
- It's warm enough outside to wear a skirt without legwarmers. In November. Dig it.
- Tonight I go to DC to hang out with Mr. Awesome and then go have dance night with Kristen. Any night that will end with me being hot and sweaty and drunk is a good one.
What's your dream career?
Submitted by Something.
Director of plays. Preferably on Broadway, but not musicals. 'Twould be good.
When we arrive, sons & daughters
We'll make our homes on the water
We'll build our walls of aluminum
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now
These currents pull us 'cross the border
Steady your boats, arms to shoulder
'Til tides are pulled our hull aground
Making this calm harbor now home
Take up your arms, sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by dirigible
We'll leave our tracks untraceable now
We'll make our homes on the water
We'll build our walls of aluminum
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now
These currents pull us 'cross the border
Steady your boats, arms to shoulder
'Til tides are pulled our hull aground
Making this calm harbor now home
Take up your arms, sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by dirigible
We'll leave our tracks untraceable now
