"a lyrics kind of entry"

December 06, 2002 : 11:01 pm
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Wishlist

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I wish I was a neutron bomb for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on
The Christmas tree I wish I was the star that went on top
I wish I was the evidence I wish I was the ground
For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky

I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me
I wish I was as fortunate as fortunate as me
I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good
I wish I was the full moon shining off a Camaro's hood

I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on
I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on
I wish I was the verb to trust and never let you down

I wish I was a radio song the one that you turn up I wish...

Never been a giant pearl jam fan...len is moreso than me, but that's one of my all-time most favourite songs ever.

On a completely unrelated note, what happens when you find out something about someone but they don't know you know, and if they knew you knew, they'd be embarrassed and probably not want to be your friend anymore? well, maybe that's not the case, precisely, but.....yeah. Holy unsettling and frustrating, Batman.

I love Len a lot, a whole lot, actually. We have something really, truly good and happy and nice. Not saying this for any particular reason....just wanted to put the information out there. So now you know.

Update: I would also like to add that i wish i was hot....even for a week, or like, a day. I could track down every guy that's ever turned me down or treated me like garbage and have them think, "Man, what was I thinking?? This girl is amazing!" and then i would laugh at them....or actually I probably wouldn't...i'd still be too nice for that. But I'd feel good. Why can't life be like that for me, ever? I guess I need new clothes and a new face and about 20 lbs....and one of those seductively magnetic personalities. I've always wanted one of those.

Everything is so good, and yet, so bad. Don't you just hate it when you get something under your skin, and you just can't seem to get it out?

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