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13th July 2006

11:46pm: ...intense. maybe because it's blaring in my face
Listen to the tales and romanticize,
How we follow the path of the hero

Boast about the day when the rivers overrun,
How we rise to the height of our halo.

Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the savior
Fading all the trials and the tribulations,

None of us have actually been there,
Not like you...

Ignorant flippant in the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy,
Spare me...

None of them can even hold a candle up to you
Blinded by choices,
hypocrites won't seek

But enough about the collective Judas
Who could deny you were the one who illuminated
your little piece of the divine

This little light of mine it gives your past unto me,
I'm gonna let it shine,
to guide you safely on your way

Your way home...

Ohh, what are they gonna do when the lights go down
without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they gonna do when the rivers overrun
other than tremble incessantly?

High is the way
but our eyes are upon the ground.
You are the light and the way
They'll only read about
I only pray heaven knows
When to urge you out

10000 days in the fire is long enough.
You're going home...

You're the only one who can hold your head up high,
Shake your fist at the gates saying,
"I have come home now!"

Fetch me the spirit, the son and the father,
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.

"It's time now!
My time now!
Give me my
Give me my wings!"...

Give me my (x5)

"Give me my own wings"

You are the light, the way, that they will only read about

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance
Burden of proof tossed upon non-believers.
You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence,
Judith Marie, unconditional one.

Daylight dims leaving cool fluorescence.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this bold suggestion:
Should you see your maker's face tonight
Look him in the eye
Look him in the eye and tell him
I never lived a lie, never took a life,
But surely saved one
It's time for you to bring me home.
Current Mood: a dirtied canvas

(Fuck Me)

11th July 2006

12:53pm: stick 'em up.
fuck this shit.

she's up there taking a shower, when it should be me.

i have to go into work today. im not down with that. i don't really feel like working my body into a painful mess of clay.

since i've started working...i've lost eight whole pounds n'  counting. and it's the hard work that im counting on to help me be SUPER active and lose weight....but i never really feel like going in. plus, it's at the back of my mind if my co-workers REALLY like me.

i have one hour and counting to the minute i leave my lair.

beth is going to end up cleaning the whoooole place. because i keep getting ripped and making more of a mess. *sigh*

do you know what would make my day awesome? if she came downstairs from the shower, dropped her towel, and was like, "lets bang".
Current Mood: lets fuck till the suncomes up

(Fuck Me)

10th July 2006

11:01pm: Monday July 10 '06 [san jose mercury news]

Handbags valued at $20,000 stolen from Santana Row's Gucci store

Bay City News Service

San Jose police are investigating the theft of as much as $20,000 worth of designer handbags from the Gucci store at Santana Row.

According to San Jose Police Department spokeswoman Gina Tepoorten, an unshaven black male, described as being in his early to mid 20s, standing 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighing approximately 200 pounds entered the store at approximately 11:30 a.m.

`He sprayed some type of chemical in the air, possibly pepper spray,'' Tepoorten said.

The suspect then made off with nine handbags valued at between $18,000 to $20,000. he was last seen fleeing in a light blue, newer model Acura, according to Tepoorten.

Anyone with information about this incident should call the police. Those wishing to remain anonymous can call Crime Stoppers at (408) 947-STOP.

Copyright © 2006 by Bay City News, Inc. -- republication, re-transmission or reuse without the express written consent of Bay City News, Inc. is prohibited.

Current Mood: impressed

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8th July 2006

1:26pm: two sentences deep.
i think i've joined some sick ass comunities.

entertainment for sure.
Current Mood: oh YEAH

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1:09pm: brokedown on a beautiful day.
yesterday was friday.

it was also payday. my first big check from whole foods.


so getting dressed up, and looking absolutely wonderful, both beth and i decide to take the dart and just "cruise" slash testdrive the dart on the freeway. [ive been having problems with it overheating...i've replaced a lot of shit]...
so we're on the freeway, and i notice the engine is getting a lil warm. i exit the freeway, and pull off to this nice shady parking lot to take a gander at what the hell is going on.

all sorts of bubbling and steam under the hood.

oddly enough im not trippin. who the fuck cares? this car gives me more grief than i care to deal with. i call my sister...she says "no problem. im on my way"


so, there we are. beth and myself. the day was especially beautiful due to the slight breeze that didn't mess up your hair, and the sun decided the temp wasn't going to be set on "HELL"...just right you know.

i find a camara in my purse, we take tons of pictures. that ends.

beth starts going through her purse, pulls out an eighth, her lil cigarette pipe and a lighter. so we fuckin blaze.

and i find 2 colors of nail polish in my purse. [i have a massif wall of purses. a beautiful, growing collection]  ...who knows...i normally don't carry nail polish. so, we get to do our nails. ♥

not only have i REALLY been enjoying my time spent with her, but it was the best time i've had being stranded . by the time mele got there, we were ripped, refreshed and our nails looked great-what could be better?

but humbling as it is, i said "GOOD BYE" to the dart, and left it there, water pouring out of the radiator. the fun did leave though when i went to go get my check, because i know when i go to pick up my car, it's going right to it.

the not cool part: walking upstairs to get my check and realizing how fuckin ripped i am. "these boots are made for walking" by nancy sinatra [for those of you who don't know] is blaring in my skull, and i literally bump into my supervisors. i say check, THEN hello. *awkward* grab it and go. wonderful. but a little part of me didn't care, because as far as i was concerned nancy had given me a soundtrack. i just happened to be wearing my knee high boots. fuck yeah.

sidenote: i'll probably talk about beth alot. she's my other half. i've been trying to find the right time to give her the "ring". XD i hope before the summer ends....


ive really been thankful for our current situation. the fact that we've been excused from paying rent has helped emensly (sp?) and i don't mind living with her family. we live in the basement of this old victorian home. beth and i have decorated this motha like none otha and turned it into a comfy lil abode with tons of pizazz. lol...thats my description anyways. and...we're not excused from paying rent forever, just until we get back on our feet.

i just ended a six month stint of unemployment.


speaking of which, i have to go visit my mother.

there's never enough painkillers or vodka to consume when it comes down to dealing with this woman.

fuck. :\
Current Mood: hello sunshine!!

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7th July 2006

12:05pm: i felt there needed to be a half assed explanation?
im not sure if i love OR hate the process of  building your own lil sub site.

like live journal.

i HAVE to have a 'look' to it. something that has a 'evie' feel to it. i have my work cut out for me. lord knows that.
the site seems to have changed a bit for the years that i was away.

i miss writing like i used to.

i used to have a journal: voyeurizm

but, i learned how NOT to add the people your really know into your private thoughts....like room mates. it came down to me trying to post shit and i was beating myself up in trying to 'reword' situations/thoughts/etc. as to not offend anyone. fuck that.
very rarely can we surround ourselves with people we truly respect,love, and honor.


should i change "we" to "i"...because in my experience, the last statement proves true.

myspace is a curse. ill write about stupid shit there. but here...

beth and i have started our lives over again. it feels good, and the scars from our past friendships are fading away.


Current Mood: achin' for the bacon

(Fuck Me)

4th July 2006

12:32pm: fireworks and bruises

survived the msi show.

they're still stuck in my head and it's tuesday.

deZ -=- T Rex -=- mo'fuggin eviE


the FILLMORE supa hardxcore.

i went bike riding with beth on sunday. i crashed into a tree 'bout half way down the block and crashed into a wall at grant elementary. my ankle still hurts. :[

work went well yesterday. by the end of the shift i wasn't hurting like usual. hopefully im getting used to it. hehehe..even though it was busy, i took my time with everyone. which made a difference.

2 boys and a girl are going to come over and set the backyard a blaze.


p.s. im going to write a friggin review for the show.

p.p.s. ifuckinglovesexinthemorningXD
Current Mood: dripping wet

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20th June 2006

2:08am: cherry popper
it's late.

i said to myself, "self, lets start a lil online blogger." and that's why im here.

just another thing to outline the un/interesting things of a life in progress.

hello first entry, and good night.

a whole day off from work....and plenty of time.
Current Mood: tired

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