curiousity killed the cat

look at what the cat dragged in

scratching and hissing

clawing it's way thus hitching

a ride

struggling & straining

reluctantly & flailing

i seem to like the marks it makes

i guess that's just what living takes

i seem to make a bold mistake

i bend, i bow you blow i break

the cat's surprised it's instincts peak

the cat's surprised it takes a sneak

that's when the story ends

cos often frustration births offence

one could expect this of a brat

that's how curiosity killed the cat

Glitter Related Incidents

heaps o fun making my myspace page

in spite of rain and wind and other autumn related shit
http://www.myspace.com/basicoverthetop
come check it out

there is no doubt
it's bout it bout
or in my case BOTT

(wear sunshades to watch begleitende youtube link)

The show is over now

Summer never lasts for ever and i just realised that this week.
For those in the know (well both readers) it's been a shitty week.
This morning summed it all up quite well. I looked out into the garden and knew something had changed. It looked different but I couldn't quite put my finger on what had changed ....than it hit me ... no more purple leaves on the tree at the back of the garden. Fortunately i was still to hung over from yesterdays party over at Sylvia's place to insert a drama moment to mark this revelation.
Sulking, overspending and overeating haven't helped me 2 clear my mood up these last few days. So i'm just going to have to try to put my head around it another way.
A good friend of mine got fired recently, brutally i might ad, and she gave me the advice only to take the positive out of a shitty situation. And I'm going to try to do that.
The big problem is that both my parents and me and my sister have the dubious gift of playing the victim role out to a T. Wallowing in self pity excelled to an art and i just have to distance myself from that kind of annoying behaviour. We simply can't have it darling. Especially when it concerns disproportional emotionality (Donald rumpsfeld couldn't have come up with a better word for it, god knows he tried... and failed ...and got fired becos of it ...and rightfully so....and and and i digress)
So I'm taking the advise from all those who had to endure my sobs and I'll pick myself up and try again.
I've had a good weekend, carefully planned and filled to the brim with distractions. Birthday parties and intensive therapeutic sessions on and offline have had a positive effect, self medication will take care of the rest.
Work and the idea that ill be spending my next weekend at my parents (e.d. stress land) will hopefully provide me with plenty of ammo to be over it all in no time what so ever.
The compilation to go with this week should contain these songs:
The Show Is Over Now by Sandra Reemer (as linked above, chiffon dress and blue makeup are indeed a party poop recipe Sandra)
Deeper Shade Of Blue by Steps, can't leave that one out, warning though red tacky alert.
Am Tag Das Der Regen Kam by Dalida
(Catharina Oxenburg eat your heart out that dress is an original Kristal Carrington lame fantasy)
Fantasy Island by Tight Fit cos that's where i want to be right now
Jolene by Dolly Parton (i luv her, Robbert asked me to join him when she is in Holland in a couple of months, indo's have a strange relationship with country and westeren somehow it works don't ask me why)
Bargain Store by Dolly Parton, this is the song i can relate to the most and that's down to the tassels on me boots
Try Again by Aaliyah, she died way to young, unfair ....nuff said
Two little girls from Little Rock by Marilyn Monroe cos Robbert picked me up with a home cooked meal and two bottles of wine.
Sylvia's Mother Said cos Sylvia is at her best channeling her inner native American Indian after a "herbal cigarette" and gallons of wine
Clouds Across The Moon cos Anemoon is my new youtube pall
and last but certainly not least
Major Tom by Peter Schiller cos Margriet and me can talk till we are blue in the face like major tom is after he freezes to death in a space capsule... so far for happy endings till next post.