Take Me Out

We are going to try this again. This is the disappearing post from late Friday night. You can read my woe is me I've been hacked post below.

Can’t take me anywhere; I’m just a miserable person I guess. I went out after class with someone who has been around for awhile repeatedly asking me to go out.

So if you're lonely, You know i'm here waiting for you, I'm just a crosshair, I'm just a shot away from you - And if you leave here - You leave me broken shattered alive - I'm just a crosshair - I'm just a shot..then we can die - Ooohahhhhh

He told wanted to take me to this place near school which supposedly had the best soup in the city; it was chilly and I figured it was cool as I like soup because it's often loaded with vegetables; that in addition to the fact I hadnt eaten all day.

I know I wont be leaving here with you - I say don't you know - You say you don't know - I say... take me out - I say you don't show - Don't move time is slow - I say... take me out - I say you don't know - You say you don't go - I say... take me out -

He said maybe we could go somewhere else afterwards, or not, it was up to me. So we head to the king of soups place. He is a nice guy; smart enough though not brilliant, tall enough with white teeth. I was hungry, starving really. I was waiting to devour the only real food in twenty four hours, so when the much celebrated soup arrived and appeared to have a coating of grease on top I was kind of disappointed. No, more than disappointed as who in the heck can eat a bowl of liquid with little circlets of obvious fat floating around in it?

I know I wont be leaving here - (with you)- I know I wont be leaving here - I know I wont be leaving here (with you)- I know I wont be leaving here with you -

Greasy fat, and the fact that this guy actually made sort of a slurping sound while eating his soup, ( I think he thought it was actually kind of cute), made me wish I was home in bed eating chocolate ice cream. Again, stick with your gut feelings, and I don’t mean the gurgling instigated by hunger.

I say don't you know - You say you don't know - I say... take me out - If I move this could die - Eyes move this can die - C'mon...take me out -

He must have noticed my discomfiture, and culinary dissatisfaction (with at the very least the soup, and at the very most him and his noisy soup slurping habit, he is pretty smart I hear) because after he ate the soup (I didn’t I ended up ordering a lame salad which this place was definitely not noted for) he says, “I guess you don’t want to go catch a movie or something huh”. I’m pretty transparent that way, and that’s a good thing, It helps prevents misunderstandings.

I know I won't be leaving here (with you) - I know I wont be leaving here - I know I wont be leaving here (with you) - I know I wont be leaving here - (with you)

So he walked me to the violin man’s apartment where I made stuffed eggplant and pigged out. Yeah I always end up back here relatively safe and protected. Or not.

I missed Mozart’s birthday last week; someone could have reminded me!! I so like to dance in the dark on the top of the piano on that day. Too bad I had to miss that. Once it’s over it’s over though there is no going back.

Most humorous Blog winner Dedd; I hope dedd's hedd doesn't get too large.

I'm renting at Croakers...cuz he begged. Yup, he also offered when I was in the slums of life and no one would rent to me so he is like head of the cooper humanitarian effort so go say hey to him. He is having a bad month. Do not be mean to him because he blog battles or whatever the hell that is they do there. His real name isn’t croaker in case you were wondering.

Pia has made me queen of modified comments and she is buying me a country ( or getting one of her past lovers to get me one) so that I have something worthy to rule. She is special like that. Also her writing is getting better every day maybe because she has a new computer( which someone had better go over and help her work on as computers do not seem to be her specialty). Some people always need maids of one kind or another don't feel bad Pia. You can write we don’t expect you to know anything about the simple things. ;)

Bless Mizzy Bohem for looking for me all weekend and Wombat for cursing my hacker smakers.

Shayna has some chick trying to get into her pant. Literally.

More of are dying every day in Iraq....and Darfur has not gone away despite some rhethoric over the last few days, so as they lay dying don’t get your panties in to great a knot of anticipation waiting to see if Mariah the pariah gets her due. Hey, sit on front of the TV and enjoy your bowl game the commercials at least are entertaining and even once in a great while clever and original.

Speaking of Iraq I was wondering what ever happened to this guy? Last spring he asked me a question in my blog or maybe it was in my email and I answered it here and then some time later he disappeared. It was probably the first time I wrote some long serious thing that actually made sense and bless his little heart he treated me like an adult not some idiotic nineteen year old female.

I hope he comes back soon and lets us know he is alright. Here is to AHS Milblogger. May you come home safe and sound dude and if not hell with them all.

all red italicized lyrics compliments of Franz Ferdinand or whoever wrote and owns their shit. ;)