i need for freaking nothing about me ever to be reported to a credit bureau ever again. freaking.

why does bronze yarn not exist?

i haven't really listened to fleetwood mac in a long time. i'm talking week-long periods where it's all i want to hear.

so now i have, and it's very clear to me: christine mcvie, oh how i love her, was never, ever a feminist.

why are you right when i'm so wrong? i'm so weak but you're so strong. everything you do is just all right. and i can't walk away from you even if i tried.

you can take me to paradise. then again, you can be cold as ice. ... maybe i'm looking on the dark side. but every day you hurt my pride. i'm over my head, but it sure feels nice.

you made me a woman tonight.

it doesn't take much to please me... you'll be a man in no time.

and finally, 'heroes are hard to find' - you gotta forgive your sleazy, good-for-nothing, abusive, lazy excuse for a man, because, girls, heroes are hard to find.

oh, backwards christine
what man took your self-esteem?
you still sing so sweet.

(i was moved to haiku.)

strangely and sleep deprivedly yours,

la lauren

ps - from now on when i get down on myself for failing at something i set out to do, i'm going to comfort myself with the thought of elton john's best attempt at covering 'don't stop' for the rumours tribute album. come on.