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Augusts 24., 2005
21:33 - whither i must wander.......
esmu palikusi bez cietaa diska.. atkal.. kaa jau gadaas pa reizei... un mums ir tikai viens cietais disks, taapeec es tagad esmu sheit pateicoties Linux Knoppix... jau pieradusi...kaut kad pagaashgad, kad pazaudeeju ieprieksheejo cieto disku, naacaas dziivot caur shejieni.... un viss ir jauki. tikai nevar saglabaat. var, bet tad ir jaaieraksta diskaa, ja grib saglabaat arii peec datora izsleegshanas..
skan Marta ... martha.. sievieshu Dzhefs Baklijs... sirds..........
vel viena...
(c)Angel
laikam nav iisti jaamin, kura esmu es.. skaisti...
un njemot veeraa, ka aizvien vairaak nojuuk mana saprashana par to, kur ir isteniba un kur nav.... dailji.... gribu tur but.
un sagribejas velvienreiz uz Charliju un shokolades fabriku... varbut arii nesagribeejaas, tikai ienaaca praataa, ka gribeetu ar kaadu konkretu cilveeku aiziet uz kino.. un uz ko citu, kameer veel Corpse Bride nav iznaakusi...
nevaru izveleties, vai rakstit ar dubultajiem patskanjiem garo vieta vai vienkarshi ar vienu, bez zimes.. ak vai.
i want to date trent.
i dont know anything about him and i probably dont really want to date him or anybody like that... but because of these few pictures, yes, i do...!
^^esmu pagalam neizleemiiga peedeejaa laikaa.. juutos ka.. nezinu pat kas. kaa housewife.
tuvojos krustteeva beigaam.. shodien bija burviigs mirklis ar Korleones kundzi:
"tu esi gliita meitene", vinja [kaut ko darija, bet es jau vairs neatceros, ko..], "man ir dumi deeli."
es pieljauju, ka neizklausaas tik labi, kaa no graamatas, bet... es ilgu laiku kikinaaju pie sevis.
crumble crumble....
jumble jumble...
i think what i need is some white stripes...
arvien vairaak attopos, ka man jaameegjina sevi uzmaniit un savaldiit. .es nedriikstu teikt, ko es tik tieshi un nepatiikami domaaju.. man ir jaamaak sevi apklusinaat, jo, kaut arii es nekad to nedomaaju ljaunaa noziimee, to noteikti taa uzskatiis un nemainiis viedokli kaut es iebildiishu 1000 reizes... taapat arii ar noraadiishanu uz citu kluudaam... ak. es tachu nevaru pavisam sevi aizveert.. taapeec jaaiemaacaas pateikt un uz to noraadiit leenaam.. citaadi.. citaadi es pati sevi aprakshu.. kaa taada veca tante... fuj..
un man nav iistas patikshanas pret to, ka ieksh livejournal man ir cits lietotaajvaards.. taa shodien tur meegjinaaju tikt iekshaa... un visu laiku saka, ka nepareiza parole. ak jaa, pareizi, man ir cita parole!! ....un tikai veel kaadas reizes 3 peec tam man pieleca, ka taa nav ciba un es neesmu steerpike..... akk.
Martha Wainwright - TV Show
I'm not such a good lover
I'm a better talker
So when you touch me there
I'm scared that you'll see
Not the way that I don't love you
But the way that I don't love myself
And there are things these days
That can help you through a phase
Like food & health & fear
I prefer the beer
Not the way that I don't love you
But the way that I hate myself
Oh when the cityscape is born
From the ocean floor
It speaks its native tongue
Physical, subliminal
Not the way that it left you cold
But the way that you left yourself
When the Moon falls from the Earth
When the Sun, it fills its girth
And I know we'll go howl at the night
But still the sun will not hide our fight
Oh, I laugh a lot
But that's just a plot
I found a way to make the night stay
Not the way that I don't love you
But the way that I hate myself
It was Oprah
On the TV show
She told me so
It was Oprah
On the TV show
She told me so
Ah, it was Oprah
On the TV show
She told me so
Not the way that I don't love you
But the way that I love myself
Garastāvoklis:: crushed
Mūzika: Martha Wainwright - TV Show
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