Smurfy

Just stalking u on my lunch break......

Hey you!

so hot!

Gonna go get something to eat. Cya later alligator!

lololol I was totally looking at old posts....it got so boring when you left....

I missed it too, got into some a good book and worked on the new blackberry, spent 2 hours on the phone with a dude from Indonesia, fixing bugs, over the phone on the blackberry bold and syncing it with the mac. Dude, they must take care of their own... service was well divine. I got 2 smart phones now. I've now entered techno douche territory.
Anyway... watch that movie. Get Chris to watch it as well. BTW, Iggy, impresses me with his intuition. I mean U would be perfect dealer, and yeah, bartender, -not cocktail style- lol
fit us well. Heading to the gym, and its fucking cold. I was built for rainforests and beaches.. not this. LOL

Heard Journey playing a song on the pregame show....instantly thought of you......

you're gonna hafta open ur mouth wider than that.....

LOL, no its the dream house across the street from their house in Vegas...
Its my dream home. If U see Princess and the Warrior... A movie that is my favorite. -U/Norweigan-
Watch it... its the dream home at the end U end up in.
Watch the movie... blow U away it will.
Yeah... I'm now in the postage routine... going to try and fall back soon.
Fucking habits.

I"m so glad we did this, cause like I cannot think of one song that reminds me more of U than anyone else.
GOLD RUSH BRIDES
Natalie Merchant/ Christian Burial Music © 1992
follow the typical signs, the hand-painted lines, down prairie roads.
pass the lone church spire.
pass the talking wire from where to who knows?
there's no way to divide the beauty of the sky from the wild western plains.
where a man could drift, in legendary myth, by roaming over spaces.
the land was free and the price was right.

Dakota on the wall is a white-robed woman, broad yet maidenly.
such power in her hand as she hails the wagon man's family.
I see indians that crawl through this mural that recalls our history.


who were the homestead wives?
who were the gold rush brides?
does anybody know?
do their works survive their yellow fever lives in the pages they wrote?
the land was free, yet it cost their lives.


in miner's lust for gold.
a family's house was bought and sold, piece-by-piece.
a widow staked her claim on a dollar and his name, so painfully.
in letters mailed back home her eastern sisters they would moan
as they would read accounts of madness, childbirth, loneliness and grief.