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From the ghost land of the easy life.

11 September 2006

if you were to ask me questions you don't really want to know :
I was pretty pissed off last night and some good part of today too. I got the new bad and I told my roomiws I had a line on someone coming to get the mattress Monday so Saturday afternoon they up and stick the whole kit and kaboodle in the back/front yard. Oh how I love being listened to. I ended up having to haul the damn thing all the way back to my room because the person who wasn't even asked to take it away was too lazy to put it back. Fuckers.

Then my pissant sister emails me at tell me that I am offically getting my stuff, that they have been storig for me, has not only been put in storage and they want me to foot the entire bill for that now (the price has changed 3 times) but since I haven't sent a dime for the storage (that I never asked for or agreed to -> because they can't decide on a price) thye're going to sell my stuff to pay for the locker. I wrote her back and told her I'd sue her if she did it. Fucker.

In the mean time I have those bed pictures and I'm kinda wishing I was richer and more inclined to have a man with a car at my disposal, I'd get my stuff and keep it somewhere better thatn with my family. Apparently my family sucks rocks.



This is the bed. 8 inches of foam mattress with a weird zippered covering. The side you see there iunder the sheet is a suede type covering, the side you don't see is facing the boxspring and is a thick clear plastic. Weird. But really comfortable. Of course for the 2 odd years I've been sleeping in a single bed I've grown so accustomed to it that this bed seems so huge when I'm lying alone in it. If I'm really luck y I'll have 50 bucks coming my way for the ikea mattress. It's tin the back groud there, the grey wall behind the bed. Why? Because my roommates are so anal a mattress can't sit in the hall a couple of days, Someone at work knows someone who will porbably want it. I've been waiting to send that to the ingrates I've got ransoming my stuff. I don't care about a lot of the things so much as the records and tapes. I'd rather kill then lose that stuff. Like I'm going to be able to replace all that vinyl and turn tables.

Right now I'm hoping I can find someone who will be nice and take me there so I can get the stuff from them and then someone else who will let me store it who won't be a dick and ransom it. Thing is I know my family. It's probably already gone and the ransom is just BS. They're like that y'all.

Mental Playlist

10) funk souyl brother - fatboy slim
9) surrounded - chantal kreviazuk
8) fly away from here - aerosmith
7) it doesn't really matter - platinum blonde
6) it's in your eayes- kylie minogue
5) boys of summer - don henley
4) sugar sugar - aaron carter
3) girl from mars - ash
2) the ship song - nick cave
1) running up that hill - kate bush


Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)

"If I only could, I'd be running up that hill.
If I only could, I'd be running up that hill."

It doesn't hurt me.
Do you want to feel how it feels?
Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me?
Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?
You, it's you and me.

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could, oh...

You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware I'm tearing you asunder.
Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts.

Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
You, it's you and me.
It's you and me won't be unhappy.

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building,
Say, if I only could, oh...

You,
It's you and me,
It's you and me won't be unhappy.

"C'mon, baby, c'mon darling,
Let me steal this moment from you now.
C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
Let's exchange the experience, oh..."

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems.

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems.

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems.

If I only could
Be running up that hill
With no problems...

"If I only could, I'd be running up that hill.


Keep blogging.
ghost writer Ambrrrr at 12:26 AM

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