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From the ghost land of the easy life.

24 September 2006

don't say things that don't exist :
I've finally gotten aroung to switching to blogger beta. I have a gmail account and I'm good to go. Am I kinda worried that Google is kinda becoming the big brother of the internet? Kinda. They have a lot of control over a lot of information, but so does the government and I haven't started fighting (too hard) against them. You gotta trust yourself and hope a lot with somethings.

On the homefront I'm being the graceless age and not flipping out overy the heresay of my 'thieving' ways. People are telling me to get all up in there and make a sdtink, but having live in Passive Agressiva before I know that way lies madness. Why? Because the fidiots will always be able to justify themselves and then you're the unreasonable one and it makes probalems for other people. In the end it's not worth it. Let them think they got away with it, everyone else knows the truth. I know the truth about everything and in the end I have good karma for not sinking to their level and basically making the war they've been conspiring to induce.

In the mean time I'm thinking of the niceness og living alone. I kinda want my own place because it's mine. No bullshit hassles or idiocy to worry over or avoid. No qwo faced bullshit kindergarten antics. Unless I develope full on MPD or something like that, I won't have issues. Of course the whole Mirand from Sex and the CIty scene where she nearly chokes to death on her chinese food and only the cat is there immediatelty springs to mind. I don't like being too alone, and left to my own devices in my own space I can be massively less than social. It's so easy to shut down and curl up inside yourself. I did it well before moving here and I didn't mind the added people for the social value, but there's so little of that really.

I have the best social network at work and then at home I have a bunch of people I barely see who seem hell bent on thinking the worst of everything and making no appologies for bad behaviour. It's night an day really and it's weird. Because I thought we were doing fine and getting along and that there were no issues and bang there are issues galore. I may need to move to a cave somewhere. My biggest impetus not to move is the hassle of not having credit and knowing that getting someone to co sign on an apartment is going to be fucking annoying. We all know I can't rely on my family and I don't think I have many good friends that can help with that. We'll have to see what's waht and how's how at a later date. I'll stick it out a bit more and figure if I can bypass the shit and renegade the way I like to get through the fuss and muss and make it all work. It's an elaborate juggling act where I take all I want and try to make it go togethere and move as necessary and work for me. It falls apart sometimes but I'e really exceptionally lucky. I know I am.

So in the mean time the top 10:

10) just like a pill - pink
9) how to save a life - the fray
8) it doesn't really matter - platinum blonde
7) it's beginning to get to me - snow patrol
6) the ending of a story - the neverending white lights
5) angels - the tea party
4) in repair - john mayer
3) and love said no - him
2) deeper and deeper - the fixx
1) into the fire - 13 senses


Into The Fire

Come on, come on
Put your hands into the fire
Explain, explain
As I turn and meet the power
This time, This time
Turning white and senses dire
Pull up, pull up
From one extreme to another

From the summer to the spring
From the mountain to the air
From Samaritan to sin
And it’s waiting on the end

Come on, come on
Put your hands into the fire
Explain, explain
As I turn and meet the power
This time, This time
Turning white and sense dire
Pull up, pull up
From one extreme to another

From the summer to the spring
From the mountain to the air
From Samaritan to sin
And it’s waiting on the end

and now I’m alone I’m looking out
I’m looking in, way down
The lights are dim
and now I’m alone I’m looking out
I’m looking in, way down
The lights are dim

Ooooh

Come on, come on
Put your hands into the fire
Come on, come on

Keep blogging.
ghost writer Ambrrrr at 2:11 PM

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