lyrics and i'm gone.

( The Late Show )

~shakes head~ Don't go reading shit into it; it's just been going through my head for a few days. Figure the best way to get rid of it's to pass it on.

Think it's the Eagles in the background on this one.

(no subject)

"I was kinda skeptical about the whole signing my shirt thing, but I moved my phone line. She says "No! Not the *shirt*!" So I lift up the shirt and she *signs* my *chest*. ~shrug~ This girl's a *Junior*, too!"

~buries face in hand~ My brother-in-law. He's...15ish? I think? Freshman, anyway. Some chick had a Sharpie in class, asked him if she could sign his chest. That's my Gryph. He's a ladykiller.

He's wearing a phone line for a necklace because a friend gave it to him. So cute. It's little clippy-jaws are wrapped around and clipped to themselves. Modern tribal.

~shakes head~ Y'know, I had a whole serious entry in mind. All "what I learned from the third-of-three attunements and how it's impacted my life thus far." All nervous about change and fascinated by shiny objects. All angsty and likely to be consumed.

and then Gryph got home from school.
~laughs~
Kid's got an opinion on everything. "John Kerry said Dick Cheney's daughter's gay." (isn't she?) "But what's it matter?" (Doesn't. It's a smear thing to lose Bush votes from the Fundamentalist good ole boys.) "But John Kerry's daughter's a whore!" (smacks forehead) "bush's daughter's get in trouble cause they're 'ho's, but they don't get *paid*. They do it for the sheer pleasure."

Researching this, love?
Christ.
Seriously. I'll rent him to people who're having a low day. Just let him talk. Don't question the validity or the wisdom. Just pull his string and let him go.

God, I love the little twit.