http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cognitive_dissonance

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Caine has always been really good at giving me compliments I appreciate.

 

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Woah yeah talkin' 'bout my baby Talkin' 'bout my baby When she goes walkin' down Bourbon Street I just can't hardly stand to walk behind her
She's got a red hot pants on She got on her yellow high heeled sneakers She got on a yellow low neck See through blouse without her brassier on
She's shakin' like two big ole balloons in a hurricane Ooh, she's got on a purple afro wig She got a hand on her hip, lettin' her back bone slip
Battin' her eye, battin' her eye Battin' her eye, battin' her eye Battin' her eye an' lookin' straight at me Yeah, lookin' straight at me
She's battin' her eyes and lookin' straight at me With that sassy, saucy look on her face, shit son yeah I want to go out on a picnic with you baby Out under the big bright yellow sun
She said I wanna go out on a picnic with you baby Out under the big bright yellow sun Under the big bright yellow sun
Under the big bright yellow sun Under the big bright yellow sun Under the big bright yellow sun

I'm keeping this here. It makes me happy. 

I need to move

http://greatnonprofits.org/categories/view/women?gclid=CIGf8OHBvbQCFQeynQodBnoAew

I remember when I thought people in their 20’s were adults. Now all of my friends are in their 20’s and everybody is just kind of fumbling around bumping into each other, trying to figure out where the free food is…… 

so that’s pretty much what I’m expecting to experience for the next like 10 years.

things I can't say

n_n

I think if they were to get to know me, they'd be very disappointed in me. I'm disappointed in me too. But you know, feelings change (or rather, we learn how to change/deal with them), lessons can be learned, redemption can be made, and I plan to do that all for myself.
It's fun, you  know, carving yourself into the person you want to be.
At least, when the decision is easy.

honoring blog titles with songs

maybe a dishonor, because my blogs tend to suck and be all over the place.
last blog was "what's the story morning glory?" (oasis).

anyway, this is my favorite bikini kill song:

                             

She is me
I am her
She is me
I am her
Siamese twins connected at the cunt
Heartbrainheartbrainheartbrainlunggut
I want to kill her
But I'm afraid it might kill me
"feminist"
"dyke" "whore"
I'm so pretty
Alien
She wants me to got to the mall
She wants me
To put the pretty, pretty lipstick on
She wants me to be like her
She wants me to be like her
I want to kill her
But I'm afraid it might kill me
"feminist"
"dyke" "whore"
Pretty, pretty
Alien
And all I really wanted to know
Who was me and who is she
I guess I'll never know