kill em all

MOMMY SWIPED MY GOOD NAME

Rhea Takara, a San Diego student in her 20s, found out she'd been ripped off by her dad — and called the experience "gut-wrenching."

"To hear them ask, 'OK, who did it?' and to have to say my father did it, it was awful," she said

frightening

Honey, I shrunk the dollar

 

When a country lives on borrowed time, borrowed money and borrowed energy, it is just begging the markets to discipline it in their own way at their own time. By THOMAS L. FRIEDMAN

near-death

subway trains are very big

and very fast

and very able to take the front part of my skull right off of the rest of me.

launchie laucnhie

	yaldani's Station Featuring: Queen, Tom Petty, The Grateful Dead, Aretha Franklin, Metallica, John Lennon, Muddy Waters, Sean Paul, Pink Floyd, The Who, Goo Goo Dolls

is it just me, or is that a weird collection?

thoughts

this has always struck me as more of a high school girl's anthem to the cool girls then a twisted love song:

CREEP, Radiohead

When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in your eye
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather,
In a beautiful world

I wish I was special
You're so fucking special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body,
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice,
When I'm not around

You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

Oh...Oh...
She's running out again...
She's running
She's, run, run, run
Run....

Whatever makes you happy,
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here...

this is what i'm striving for!

when people make me mad or hurt me, i want to balance their shocking "badness" by making some "goodness".

like Ruth Hillebrand, my new hero

cause connery's getting sued

I pose a conundrum to you, a riddle if you will.
Whats the difference between you and a mallard with a cold?
Ones a sick duck...
I cant remember how it ends, but your mother is a whore.