1. Whats your Name?
2. Are we close?
3. What do you think of me?
4. Do you hav a crush on me?
5. Would u kiss me?
6. would u fuk me?
7. Describe me in 3 words?
8. If u Had Me for 30 Mins wat would you do?
9. What was ur first impression of me?
10. Do u still think the same?
11.. What reminds u of me?
12. If you could give me anything what would it be?
13. How well do u know me?
14. What do u like best about me?
15. Ever wanted 2 tell me something u could'nt?
16. Could you ever love me?
17. Give me a nickname and explain why?
18.R u gona put this on ur blog and c wat i say bout u?
19.Anything 2 say b4 u go?

Current mood: amused
Category: Blogging

My Fairy Tale story with no reference to boobs, or penises
Once in my hometown I saw deer driving a campervan. Surreal I know, but thats what I saw! That's when it happenned, I was pretending I was an aeroplane, running about with my arms outstretched, diving and swooping like a WWII Spitfire, when Michael Jackson came over and demanded i watch him dance. He claimed "Cha'mone brother, I be Michael Jackson of the Jackson Five". In all my 16 years I had never heard anyone speak so strangely, but years of isolation in the basement made sure my education was minimal. He went on to tell me about a strange fever called BG that had swept the nation a few years back, which was a debilitating disco based ailment. He said 'I contracted this disease back in '97 and thats why I just cant, I just cant, I just cant control my feet". Moved by his plight, I sobbed "How can I help?". He thought for a moment, then said "well actually, there is a rumour going around town that Tiger Woods may have found the key to the riddle, his golfswing is so powerful it ripped a hole in the space time continuum and created a passage to the mystical world of Halloween." I thought to myself for a moment, how much do i trust a man with a name like Tiger? MJ said to follow him, and we ran to the campervan I'd seen earlier. Inside, Dancer, Prancer and Rudolph sat impatiently, tapping their hooves waiting for MJs return. There was a white power on the dash in front of Rudolph, with minute traces around his nose. 'You boys partying?' I enquired. 'No' snarled Prancer sinisterly, 'we're on a mission to find Michaels new shoes." Seemed like a rather unusual situation, I started to ponder before MJ pulled out a leather breifcase, covered in sparkling rhinestones. He popped the latches and turned the case round. Everyone in the van gasped. 'Thats the point to this mission boys' he grinned. He turned back to the wheel, fired up the van and yelled 'yeeha' as the tyres spun and left a trail of rubber on the ground.
I soon realised the truth about popstars, i desperately hoped the rumours about reindeer wouldnt be true! As we sped to see Tiger, i realised Tiger was not the person we were looking for, Michael was leading us into a trap of disasterous proportions! The camper van was gaining speed, veering wildly on the Californian Mountain Highway. On one particulary tight corner, MJ lost control of the van, and it careened through the barrier into the dark abyss of the night! Each one of us fell from the van, i thought it was the end for me until i heard MJ cry "Galvanize! push the button!"i felt around my back and realised there was a switch located centrally on my back. I stretched and strained and finally reached it. I pushed it down and.... nothing appeared to happen! Then a strange feeling overwhelmed me, i could feel my skin turning to a metal. It smelt like zinc. I was galvanising! Then from under my arms, webbing appeared, and i felt like i was gliding. I fell with style towards he earth, painfully aware that in this darkness I had no idea what was going on! From out of nowhere, MJ came hurtling towards me, grabbed my arm and urged me to join him in a chorus of 'The Earth Song'. So there i was, gliding through the sky singing my heart out, under me i saw small weeds turn into oak trees, Giraffes walked out into the meadows while the sun rose behind us. As we touched down in the grassy savannah, my heart was lifted by the animals of the plain coming together in celebration of a new king. A tune could be heard amongst the bleating and hoof stamping. I strained to hear, but alas could make out no more than '...the circle of life'. MJ tapped me on the shoulder, indicating to be quiet, and said that I was confused earlier and that Tiger was the man we were looking for. He hunkered down amongst the tall grass and bade me follow him east.
After 4 long hours, i felt hot and tired. All i wanted was a cool glass of magners a

Through Glass

I’m looking at you through the glass,
Don’t know how much time has past,
Oh god it feels like forever,
No one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
Sitting all alone inside your head.

How do you feel?
That is the question.
But I don’t forget you don’t expect an easy answer.
When something like a soul becomes initialized
and folded up like paper dolls and little notes.
You can’t expect a bit of folks.
So while your outside looking in describing what you see
Remember what your looking at is me.
Cuz I’m looking at you through the glass
All I know is that it feels like forever,
No one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
Sitting all alone inside your head.
How much is real?
So much to question.
An epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything
Athought came from the heart
We never did from the start.
Just listen to the noises. (no more sad voices)
Before you tell yourself it just a different scene
Remember its just different freom what you’ve seen.
I’m looking at you through the glass,
Don’t know how much time has past,
All I know it feels like forever,
No one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
Sitting all alone inside your head.
And it’s the stars, the stars
that shine for you.
And it’s the stars, the stars
That lie to you yea, yea
I’m looking at you through the glass,
Don’t know how much time has past,
All I know it feels like forever,
No one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
Sitting all alone inside your head. Cuz I’m looking at you through the glass
All I know is that it feels like forever,
No one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
Sitting all alone inside your head.
And it’s the stars, the stars
that shine for you.
And it’s the stars, the stars
That lie to you yea, yea


Stone Sour