dijous, de setembre 22, 2005

Rita, you BITCH!

This hurricane business is crazy. My whole family and some of my friends are staying put, and i'm a little worried. I don't think anyone will die, but something unfortunate could very easily happen to my house. We live a good hour northwest of the coast, so it should be okay. Its so crazy to see the footage of the clogged highways; I'm glad that I am 3 hours from Galveston. Just as we thought gas prices were going to go down a little, BAM! They've suggested that we buy water and non-perishable food, but i really think that it will be okay.
i bombed my calculus quiz today; that was fun. My roommate gave me a 'UT ballroom dancing club' t-shirt, and i will wear it at LEAST once a week.
I have to write 10 alphabets in architect font and read some crap that my design prof emailed me before tommorrow morning.
I would work without pay if only Renzo Piano would make me his apprentice. He was Louis Kahn's, apparently.
The jetblue mishap makes me laugh because it was an Airbus A320. haha. thats what they get for buying French CRAP. As i have always posited, Boeing all the way. Airbus is poop.
I like this haphazerd style; it suits me.
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Drag him out the window
Dragging out your dead
Singing I miss you
Snakes and ladders flip the lid
Out pops the cracker
Smacks you in the head
Knifes you in the neck
Kicks you in the teeth
Steel toe caps
Takes all your credit cards
Step up get the gun
Get the eggs
Get the flan in the face
The flan in the face
The flan in the face
Dance you fucker dance you fucker
Don't you dare
Don't you dare
Don't you flan in the face
Take it with the love its given
Take it with a pinch of salt
Take it to the taxman
Let me back
Let me back
I promise to be good
Don't look in the mirror at the face you don't recognize
Help me, call the doctor, put me inside
put me inside
put me inside
put me inside
put me inside

I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up
Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom
And I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops. . . .

Walking like a giant cranes
And with my X-ray eyes I strip you naked
in a tight little world
and are you on the list?
Stepford wives who are we to complain?
Investments and dealers
Investments and dealers
Cold wives and mistresses
Cold wives and Sunday papers city
Boys in First Class don't know we're born little
Someone else is gonna come and clean it up
Born and raised for the job
Someone always does
I wish you'd get up get over
get up get over and turn the tape off

I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up
Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom
And I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops

So I'm just gonna. . . .
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