She’s got hair down to her fanny
She’s kinda jet set, try undo her panties
Every time she’s dancin’ she knows what to do
Everybody wants to see if she can use it
She’s so fine, she’s all mine
Girl, you got it right
She’s got legs, she knows how to use them
She never begs, she knows how to choose them
She’s got a dime all of the time
Stays out at night movin’ through time
Oh, I want her, said, I got to have her
The girl is alright, she’s alright
It is happening! I’ve already changed my display name to Sαdy M’ғɴ Clαwѕ. Now I’m posing with reindeer and dogs dressed up like elves. Don’t look now, but it seems I’ve caught the Christmas spirit!! (This would be a good time to gasp and run for cover.) I’m so excited to dress up and decorate…everything Christmas. I wonder how long this will last? I know I won’t make it until Christmas. No idea how long it will be before I’m complaining about the commercialism of the holiday and if I have to look at one more “this” or “that.” Based on experience, I have quickly tired of it in the past. I hope this year will be different, as its the first time in years that I’m feeling even remotely festive.
We never know how much stuff we truly have until you start packing to move. I used to move regularly and I became a real pro at moving. I had a system and I always had one box that was titled, “First night.” In the first night box, I would pack my pillow, a roll of toilet paper, a coffee cup, coffee & filters, the coffee maker, pajamas, a change of clothes, a couple of towels, and a special keepsake. The keepsake was something I could place on a counter or in a window that signified I was home. It might seem silly, but it became a ritual of mine. I don’t move anymore. At least, I don’t expect that I’ll be moving again. So, no more packing. What has happened is that I’ve gotten really good at collecting crap. I’ve got so much stuff that I’m packed away, “just in case.” Just in case what? That I suddenly become a crafting junkie? That’s I’m going to take up sewing? That I’m going to suddenly inherit a bunch of candles? That I’m going to start making candles again? Not freaking likely! It’s time for me to start throwing stuff away, before I become one of those wretched hoarders I see on TV!
I wish I knew what made dreams linger so heavy in the air around my mornings. The good dreams always fade fairly quickly unless I make an effort to hold onto them. The bad ones will haunt me for days. I dream about those I’ve lost and I wake up in such emotional pain that is like losing them all over again. My mind will replay the bits and pieces of my dream and my past…until I’m sick to my stomach from it all. I don’t know if that’s normal for others, but its been this way my entire life. When I was younger, the dreams weren’t of those I’ve lost, but the fears of losing people…the fears of being hunted like prey. I still remember a dream that repeated itself for years when I was between 11-14yrs old. It still haunts me to this day, though it has been many years since I last encountered the nightmare.
I’ve been after Sassy to make me a shirt like this for ages. She finally did it! My very own short tee complete with under boob! She went all out, too. There are seven textures to choose from, three of them are patterns, and six graphics, including plain. Your graphic choices are kitten (as seen below), Fierce, #blessed, babygirl, virgin, and overdressed. You can grab this awesome shirt over at Belle. I personally recommend the fatpack, I mean, with all these choices how can you possibly resist?
You won’t see me talking about tattoos too often. Mostly because I have a tendency to change tattoos so often…hell most times I forget to even credit them. However, I have got to say that when I found out that Garden of Ku was back on the grid, I literally squealed! No, I’m not blogging for them, though I would love to. They were one of my favorite tattoo stores back in the day. So, if you love virtual ink and you’re looking for something new…go have a look. I really want them to stick around and you’re bound to see more of them in upcoming posts.
Sometimes I think that Earth is a giant petri dish or a science experiment conducted by aliens. We’ve surely gone awry. I think that David Bowie must have thought so, too.
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’d like to come and meet us
But he thinks he’d blow our minds
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’s told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it’s all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
~ David Bowie – Starman
“Everytime that we run
We don’t know what it’s from
Now we finally slow down
We feel close to it
There’s a change gonna come
I don’t know where or when
But whenever it does
We’ll be here for it
There’s something in the wind
I can feel it blowing in
It’s coming in softly
On the wings of a song
There’s something in the water
I can taste it turning sour
It’s bitter, I’m coughing
But now it’s in my blood”