ramanda's Diaryland Diary


04.13.05 - oh Virginia, perhaps you were right all along
04.13.05 - poison me with liquor, then break out the party hats
04.12.05 - all that jive talkin' just gets in your eye
04.11.05 - lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more
04.10.05 - did I ever tell you about the time?
04.08.05 - to move through the night with very little else to say
03.31.05 - and the shame, was on the other side
03.30.05 - spread out the oil, the gasoline, I walk smooth, ride in a mean, mean machine
03.29.05 - some people claim that there's a woman to blame, but I know it's nobody's fault
03.27.05 - i'm stumbling and I know I play a bad guitar
03.21.05 - I try to think about hairdos, tattoos, sushi, boys, and saxophones. . .
03.17.05 - some of the boys got loaded drunk, and they ain't got sober yet
03.16.05 - and your lips burn wild; thrown from the face of a child
03.14.05 - thinking out loud and acting in vain; knocking over anyone that stands in my way
03.10.05 - shake it til ya calf muscles hurt
03.03.05 - you took off your clothes, to remind me of the ocean
03.02.05 - we trade our love for ambition and tell each other we'll get it all back in time
02.23.05 - he's not what you'd call a glamorous man
02.22.05 - i rode a ladder that climbs across the nation
02.21.05 - baby, it's a beggar being bitten by this bug
02.17.05 - in a black hearted alley fight
02.13.05 - wave your hands in the air, shake your derriere
02.10.05 - you would cry too if it happened to you
02.08.05 - we gon' sip bacardi like it's yo birthday
02.06.05 - fought with kitchen knives and skewerrrrrrs
02.02.05 - baby, I think I'm capsizing, the waves are rising and rising
02.02.05 - i've got soul, but I'm not a soldier
01.30.05 - who am I, am I to say?
01.28.05 - pull my eyes out, hold my breath and wait until I shake
01.26.05 - i am sleeping under strange, strange skies
01.26.05 - we gon' rock it til the wheels fall off
01.24.05 - she walks through her sunken dream, to the seat with the clearest view
01.23.05 - as I leave, believe I�m stompin�
01.20.05 - like a good book, I can't put this day back
01.18.05 - and I�m tired of their bleeding light
01.17.05 - if I have to cry to keep ya, I don't mind weepin'
01.16.05 - i had to run away high, so I wouldn't come home low
01.13.05 - time's come to pay your dues
01.11.05 - it was overflowing gently, but it's all elementary my friend
- my sweet entries : 2005
01.05.05 - kiss me now that I'm older, I won't try to control you

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