this imploding heart

I fell in

Well alan is a broken man
who needs a lot of fixin
and alans got a handsome face
he's roped himself a vixen

Well vixen is an average girl
whos heart's a little tender
she'll stand for almost anything
a broken man can render

all of us need a bit of love
and have a bit to offer
but broken men are dangerous
for girls who's hearts are softer

I should get a job writing country western songs or greetings cards. Maybe country western greeting cards. Greeting card songs? Whats the difference.

Roxy has concluded that I'm equating butter with sunshine and that would be why we've gone through 2 boxes in 18 days. Last winter I made Tiny pick some butter backup up from the grocery store to supplement my various 325 degree experiments. She bravely sucked it up and brought 4 boxes of unsalted butter to the checkstand. The checker rang them through and said "They're not even on sale! Are you doing something crazy and butter oriented?" Tiny answered: "My roomate is, yeah."
(Last Night: Angel Bars ala Joy of Cooking)

It's been strangely clear off and on for the last week or so, and the sight of the mountains and the short lived glow of the actual fireball in the sky sun have improved moods greatly around the homestead. Souxie is already home for Christmas and Rox is going to D-town in a few days. My parents are abandoning me for the grandchildren on their first Christmas in Seattle. I'll have the Derby to myself and a week off of work and school, so I'm sure the following things will occur:

1: Making up an ice skating routine to Styx and performing it for my own amusement in my underwear.
2: Insane new years sparkle party ball gown construction, also probably in my underwear
3: Baking, getting the same, in my underwear.

Are you coming to our new year party, internet? You better get all gussied up.

Posted by Sonya at December 20, 2004 01:10 PM