Fiona lost her apples

I made postage stamps of myself,
you know, using the picture of me,
standing on the mountain in Montana?
They're real stamps,
and I could use them if I wanted to send something in the mail.
But I really don't have a reason for that sort of thing anymore.
The talent show is on Sunday and I am sure I will be discovered.
Jesus take the wheel, they say.
Not me, they.

This song is great,
however,
I had to to translate all the words on my own this time,
and once I figured out what it all meant,
I wondered if \"football\" was really supposed to be in there among the \"connecting's\" and \"lifetime's.\"
Who knows?
Fucking made me cry anyway.
I knew it would as soon as it started.

Did you know that if you use the \"search feature\" in gmail,
and put the word/s 'fuck' or 'fuck you' in there;
every thing that shows up is from you or to you?
Pages of the stuff.

I'm not keeping this on my hard drive.
So if kpaul (of the singing Castaneros)
loses his mind in front of his cd player, this will be gone.

It's like rain.
On your wedding day.

I ordered sweet and sour shrimp yesterday
(it's Lent, you know, so no red meat for all those Jesus freaks)
So I got a fortune cookie and my fortune was:
Friends long absent are
coming back to you.

It's a free ride,
when you've already paid.

So I was washing the dishes this morning
and you know how if I can feel a hair inside my shirt
it will make me crazy if it stays there?
Well it always seems to happen when my hands are in the soapy water.
And I have to reach in and get it (or risk going insane)
so there I was wondering....

Oh, never mind.

It's a death row pardon
two minutes too late.

I went out for pizza tonight...too salty.
Habenaros are peppers.
There's a great place here called Habenaros. We eat there a lot.
They have a salsa bar.

I'm tired.
Life done sucked the life right out of me today
But I ran for over an hour.
That was good.

I was sitting on the front steps yesterday,
nervous and worried. Too many things going on.
I was clutching my hands together,
and I could feel the blood moving through my fingers.
It was creepy.
I hated that I could feel it moving.
Then I could feel my heart beat in time with the
blood that was pulsing inside my hands.
I shook my hands off and started to hum
to make it all go away.
Then my ride pulled up,
and I had to go.
My stomach lurched.
My head pounded.
And my heart stopped.

I'd let you know the results,
but I don't know how.

Oh, I'm going to be up there, by the way.
Photobloggers meeting and a couple art shows
all at the same time.
Don't worry, I have a place to stay.

Oh! I was looking through your old papers
and it suddenly occured to me that my middle name
(with a few slight changes)
spells out Canada.

It's like ten thousand spoons
when all you need is a knife.

Who says you can't kill a ghost?