The occasionally coherent ramblings of a green eyed girl looking for her version of 'happily ever after' in New York City... Chat with me at InHerHazelEyes@yahoo.com
My body moves, goes where I will, but though I try… my heart stays still.
Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.
This can all be traced back to when your Grandmother let you watch Silence of the Lambs when you were 7.
Yes, Dorian, you’ll always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.
The fairytales don’t tell the whole truth about love stories; that both people are the damsel and the knight and even the dragon, depending on the day.
|Me:||Someone just brought their baby into the office.|
|Me:||Am I supposed to pretend to want to see it?|
|Him:||A few years ago someone's children were in my office and they wandered into my office and just stared at me.|
|Him:||So I screamed for my assistant.|
|Him:||And she had them removed.|
I sort of don’t trust anybody who doesn’t like Led Zeppelin.