Everyone thinks I'm crazy for thinking these things
on Sunday, Dec. 14, 2003 at 11:47 p.m.

All the snow outside makes me wanna get warm and comfy on my couch and sleep a sleep forever. I don't wan't to think about responsibilities, decesions that need to be made, my short-comings and definately not all the things I should be doing that I'm not.

I love the snow no matter what most poeple think. I think it's beautiful, and I don't mind the cold, or mess, or hassles. The snow makes everyone calm down and slow down. It covers up so many imperfections. Everything seems so peaceful and how it should be. Why does everyone wish it away, and run outside to get rid of it? Everything should shut down. People should be forced to stay home with the ones they love most. It forces people to stop and spend quality time together. Some of my fondest and happiest memories in life come from snowy days.

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I didn't find out till 6 o clock this evening that Saddam had been captured. I think he's a horrible man, but yet I almost felt sorry for him, seeing him in those pictures. He was someone who came from nothing, built an empire and then watched it be destroyed. Because of all the wrong things he did he basically killed and destroyed everything he did love. None of that justifys his actions and wrong doings. Everyone needs to be held accountable for what they have done and he's no exception.

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She Talks to Angels

LYRICS She never mentions the word addiction

In certain company

Yes, she�ll tell you she�s an orphan

After you meet her family

She paints her eyes as black as night, now

Pulls those shades down tight

Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain comes,

The pain�s gonna make everything alright

Says she talks to angels,

They call her out by her name

She talks to angels,

Says they call her out by her name

She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket

She wears a cross around her neck

Yes, the hair is from a little boy

And the cross is someone she has not met, not yet

Says she talks to angels,

Says they all know her name

Oh yeah, she talks to angels,

Says they call her out by her name

She don�t know no lover,

None that I ever seen

Yes, to her that ain�t nothing

But to me, yeah me,

It�s everything

She paints her eyes as black as night now

She pulls those shades down tight

Oh yeah, there�s a smile when the pain comes,

The pain�s gonna make everything alright, alright yeah

She talks to angels,

Says they call her out by her name

Oh yeah, yeah, angels

Call her out by her name

Oh, angels

They call her out by her name

Oh, she talks to angels

They call her out

Yeah, they call her out

Don�t you know that they call her out by her name

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