Journal information: This journal is friends only. Mostly so I know who's here. It's pretty much guaranteed that if you post or ask I'll add you. I'm going to let you know right here that I'm not a super commenter. If I can't relate it just seems wrong for me to say much of anything. If you're talking about your favorite game and I've never played it what's the use of me saying anything? I'm not a hypocrite so I don't expect you to comment on every single one of my entries either. Comment or don't as you see fit. My journal is pretty laid back and I try to keep the emotional stuff out of this one for the most part. There will be times when it comes up but I don't expect you to read or comfort me if you don't want to. I try to keep a few goodies in here be it quizzes, a joke, quotes, recipes or just plain information on something interesting *at least to me*.
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May our Ancestors and spirits wish us health and peace. May our crops grow tall and green, and our nets return full when they are cast into rich waters. May deer breed and produce fat twins who awnser our plea for meat. May the ducks, geese, and turkeys return to our waters, forests and fields. May the sun bless our growing crops. May the blessings of this life and the next fall upon us. Father guide us, and Ancestors hear our voice and protect us from evil.
There are worse things than getting a call for a wrong number at 4 AM. It could be a right number.
Think about this..., No one ever says "It's only a game" when his team is winning.
Do you realize that in about 40 years, we'll have thousands of old ladies running around with tattoos?
If you don't have a sense of humor, you probably don't have any sense at all.
Grey Street by Dave Matthews Band
Oh look at how she listens She says nothing of what she thinks She just goes stumbling through her memories Staring out onto Grey Street
She thinks, “Hey, How did I come to this? I dream myself a thousand times around the world, But I can’t get out of this place”
There’s an emptiness inside her And she’d do anything to fill it in But all the colors mix together - to grey And it breaks her heart
How she wishes it was different She prays to God most every night Though she swears it doesn’t listen There’s still a hope in her "HE" might
She says, “I pray Oh, but they fall on deaf ears, Am I supposed to take it on myself To get out of this place?”
Oh there’s a loneliness inside her And she’d do anything to fill it in And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now It feels like cold blue ice in her heart When all the colors mix together to grey And it breaks her heart
There's a stranger speaks outside her door Says take what you can from your dreams Make them as real as anything It’d take the work out of the courage
She says, “Please There’s a crazy man that's creeping outside my door, I live on the corner of Grey Street and the end of the world”
There’s an emptyness inside her And she’d do anything to fill it in And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now It's more like cold blue ice in her heart She feels like kicking out all the windows And setting fire to this life She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright But all the colors mix together to grey And it breaks her heart It breaks her heart To grey