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Previous - this entry written on March 29, 2002 at 2:11 am - Next --- "Bloodsport" by Sneaker Pimps --- I want to be a kid again Come down having Sunday best See me staying home bunking school Knowing wrong from right just rules I wish I'd never seen your face Better done wind of phase I need an echo not your praise Straying from the god you nailed My mother, my mother, my mother never told My mother, my mother, my mother never told me Love is just a blood sport, love is just a blood sport Cause love is just a blood sport, love is just a blood sport Sex and love is not a game A game is something you can win Maybe something kind of fun Cause love is just a blood sport son Cause love is just a blood sport, love is just a blood sport No, I'm not changing my mind, I'm not changing my decisions... but at the moment, I've realized that the ache and burn is a bladder infection and I'm not looking forward to dealing with it. *sighs* Playing "Bloodsport" over and over again, smelling chocolate cake cooling in the kitchen, wanting to touch and trace and draw away the moon. Yes. It's a full moon. Yes. I can feel it. Yes. I want to savor it. Love is just a bloodsport... *shrugs as she has shrugged so many times tonight* I know I'm being silly and moody. I'll get past it soon, it just takes a moment... or chocolate... or rest... or relief from the pain... whatever it is, whatever I need, I'll find it soon. Soon. I have to find it... argh. I hate the moon tonight. Hosted by Diaryland - All Rights Reserved - Image, Layout, and Content copyright Jax Raven - - Do Not Feed The Moose - |
