Kadin - Skillet "Locked In A Cage"
Between that song and "Butterfly", there's a kitten, looking around confusedly, tumbling back and forth between the songs, then looking up helplessly, mewing... *purrs softly* MY kitten. Who is going to be reminded of that tonight.

Ryan - Eminem "Lose Yourself"
This one... I spent a good 15 minutes thinking it through, considering songs about thunder gods, or tigers, or something along those lines... but he's not just one thing. He's not someone that I could put into that sort of box, he's kind as well as harsh, intelligent as well as feral... and talking with him, walking around with him, watching him play "Metroid Prime" when I'm half-asleep... there's so much about him that I find fascinating and so I'm thinking of him when a song about taking a chance when it's offered 'cause you might never have another. If Grr hadn't grabbed me one night, brought him along too, and left me sitting right behind him in the van... any slight change and we wouldn't have met. So yeah, I'm taking this chance. *soft smile*

Caleb - Legend Soundtrack "Is Your Love Strong Enough"
Caleb is... gods, this is going to be hard. I'm going to run out of adjectives. Caleb is the one at the center of my heart. Missing him is hellish. Caleb is also the most patient... he's stayed with me through hell, high water, through others, through accidents, through EVERYTHING. He's shown that his love is indeed strong enough, and because of that, I am happy - not just content, but happy - to stay with him, to be with him, to love him. I know that years down the road (and assuming we don't get hit by a double-decker bus or a rogue elephant or something) I will still be with him, still loving him, still proud to be at his side.

Rhett - Placebo "I'll Be Yours"
I think this song would amuse him if he were to hear it. Perhaps he's already heard it. All I know is that I can't listen to it without wanting to curl up, to listen to his voice... have I ever mentioned his voice? Something about the tone, the pitch, the words he uses and the hint of a fang-edged smile creeping into the spaces... I am going to go find the f'ing phone card (hopefully) 'cause dammit, I haven't talked to him in far too long. And let me quote here: "...I've seen you suffer / I've seen you cry... ...I'll be your lover / I'll be yours..." He's seen me cry, not just fear or pain, but relief, release. He's held me, made me smile, made me cringe, made me feel safe with just a touch. That's something that's not going away.

Scott - Butthole Surfers "Whatever"
Scott's gotten rather sharp-edged during his time up here... but where such sharpness in most people would lead to damage, hate, confusion, with him it simply seems proper. His words are at times an extention of that sharpness, and of the flame inside him. Yes, I know he's an earth sign. *sticks out her tongue* Doesn't mean he doesn't have sparks somewhere.

Nick - *soft smile* from the Last Of The Mohicans soundtrack "The Kiss"
I've had exes. I've had old flames. I've had a lot of things that could, technically be called a boyfriend or girlfriend. Nick... ehh. He's in the army right now. More or less absent, and I am fairly sure he's managed to find at least one or two interesting young ladies somewhere there... I still miss him, yes. This is going to sound incredibly corny... of all the people I've loved and lost, Nick is the only one I'd happily let back into my life.

An old friend - Meredith Brooks "Watched You Fall"
*quotes* ...since the crashing came / you've broken every promise / I walked away... ...I watched you fall... I guess some things take longer to heal. This one, I strongly suspect, will bite me for a while. But it IS healing. ...wishing the world away / blaming someone else / no one can do this for you... ...take all the pain and solitude / wash it away...

Grr - Splashdown "Karma Slave"
*chuckles* Ask her about it sometime... it's still a tangle from my point of view.

Mom - Alanis Morisette (I suspect that's spelled wrong but I'm once again too lazy to check) "Univited" and Eminem "Closet"
Again with the obvious. Go listen to the two songs, assume they are both sung directly to my mother, and from that point only the names differ. *twitch*

Dad - Oddly enough most of the songs that come to mind are things from Enya. *blinks* I'm going to leave it at that.

Stream - Great Big Sea "Chemical Workers Song"
Go ask Ryan or Caleb or look back around the beginning of my diary.

Portland - Siouxsie & the Banshees "Cities In Dust"
The song isn't really all that fitting, but every time it plays I end up getting fragments of a story called "The City, Not Long After" and I start substituting parts of Portland for the parts of the city mentioned in said story. *shrug* It's a GOOD book.

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...me - Train "Meet Virginia", K's Choice "Not An Addict" and Sneaker Pimps "Bloodsport"... hey, it's my list, I can have three songs if I want. *wry grin* Yes. As is obvious since I'm updating this, I am still at home. Becca (who was supposed to be our ride) got sick and couldn't drive... I can't drive because of the seizures... and Ryan doesn't even have a driver's license. He ended up getting a ride with Tyson and Molly and although it's not like I'm in agony without him here it really is pretty quiet and... empty. That's a good word for it. Empty.

I've been trying to get a nifty messenger-program installed (it's the one Caleb uses and dammit, I wanna be able to talk with him while he's at work) but the computer's been really uncooperative. I've had to completely shut it down and wait until early morning or late evening when everything cools down a bit. It's overheating fast enough now that it's pretty obvious a fan somewhere isn't doing its work. *growls at it*

Actually, I have one more song to put up here. It's a Donna Lewis song that I hadn't remembered in the slightest today until winamp just bounced it into the playlist. It's the song I find occasionally wandering through my thoughts when I'm with any of my boys... even louder when they are all near, or as near as they can be. And right now it seems to be making me cry. *rubs at her nose* At least it's the good kind of tears, the one where your throat closes up and little droplets run down your cheeks but you're still smiling, so caught up in love and contentment and missing and longing and a hundred other things that turn into just three words, sent out to the eyes that she know will read this, sent out to say what I can't say in person yet...

...I love you...

*pads off, smiling, humming quietly*
...come take my hand
my heart
my soul...
...take me home...