It's a waste, you have to admit.

Last night was awesomely epic.

promises.

late.

Lovely.

Scents.

Totally in love.

With similies.

And Men.

With capital letters.

Because they aren't boys.

Ignore plurality.

It's a lie.

That only I know of.

But I'm waiting for somthing.

To HAPPEN.

And change my world.

For the better.

When can THAT stop?

That's a serious minus.

Oh well.

Perhaps only half of it is a loss.

x__x

Loves?
I'm still life.
xx

I have two passports. A swedish one and an Australian one.
I am 167cm tall.
I need a hair cut.
Right now I am wearing eighties makeup.

I've not updated my life. Since I was silly.
I'm still silly.

Pain makes you grimace sometimes. You WANT to smile.

xx

You're Thirty-two, and Nothing to Say

You came home 'cos your father died
You found your brother's old room
You wondered if Mary's alive
You thought about impending doom.

You walked into your bedroom from
When you were in high school
You found a box of letters from
Past girlfriends and Jane's pet racoon.

They're full of all the painfull things
The keeping-me-awake-full things
The I'll-be-here-forever things
You're-taking-me-for-granted things.
Full of all the painfull things
The melancholy moment things
The I'm-having-your-baby things
The take-me-to-L.A.-now things.

Next time you go t your home town
You'll bring along a friend or two
So that when past girlfriends pop 'round
They won't begin the rant too soon.

And when you meet your child with Anne,
You'll make a fakely happy laugh
You still won't want to be a dad
But with your life the way it is, it'll do.

You're full of all the painfull things
The keeping-me-awake-full things
The I'll-be-here-forever things
You're-taking-me-for-granted things.
Full of all the painfull things
The melancholy moment things
The I'm-having-your-baby things
The take-me-to-L.A.-now things.

©Magdalena 2008

Obama as president.
This is a good move, earthlings.

Church day

Tomorow night I'm working.
Niceish.
Missed.
Missing.
Ache.