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ivybgreenflower) wrote2004-06-09 10:31 pm
ivybgreenflower) wrote2004-06-09 10:31 pm
Bored.
Today was so massively uneventful it isn't funny.
Yesterday my mother and I spent the whole day cleaning. I had to clean my bathroom (eeeeeeeh) and I had to scrub the marks off of the floor in the kitchen. It was TERRIBLE. I'm allergic to cleaning solutions and was delerious with pain by the time I was finished. Also, I'm allergic to oil, so fried foods are killers. I made a dish today that had olive oil (my own recipe! hee!) and it was worth the headache it gave me, although I wish I wasn't allergic to the smell of it cooking. Sigh.
I found an ancient Wal*Mart shopping card in my room the other night. It still has 7 bucks on it... that means I have a seven dollar shopping spree to go on, hahahahah.
I found these lyrics and I adore them.
Child-like, no one understands
Jackknife in your sweaty hands.
Some kind of innocence
Is measured out in years,
You don't know what it's like
To listen to your fears
You can talk to me,
You can talk to me,
You can talk to me,
If you're lonely, you can talk to me.
(etc, etc, etc then...)
Some kind of solitude
Is measured out in you
You think you know me,
But you haven't got a clue.
Great song.
-Ivyette @ 10:46 PM
Yesterday my mother and I spent the whole day cleaning. I had to clean my bathroom (eeeeeeeh) and I had to scrub the marks off of the floor in the kitchen. It was TERRIBLE. I'm allergic to cleaning solutions and was delerious with pain by the time I was finished. Also, I'm allergic to oil, so fried foods are killers. I made a dish today that had olive oil (my own recipe! hee!) and it was worth the headache it gave me, although I wish I wasn't allergic to the smell of it cooking. Sigh.
I found an ancient Wal*Mart shopping card in my room the other night. It still has 7 bucks on it... that means I have a seven dollar shopping spree to go on, hahahahah.
I found these lyrics and I adore them.
Child-like, no one understands
Jackknife in your sweaty hands.
Some kind of innocence
Is measured out in years,
You don't know what it's like
To listen to your fears
You can talk to me,
You can talk to me,
You can talk to me,
If you're lonely, you can talk to me.
(etc, etc, etc then...)
Some kind of solitude
Is measured out in you
You think you know me,
But you haven't got a clue.
Great song.
-Ivyette @ 10:46 PM
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How do you ever expect to be super mom if you have issues with cleaning products? You'll have to wear those doctor masks. hee hee hee.
Cooking. Ugh. I can't be in the kitchen when bacon is cooking. The smell is disgusting. And then she makes me wash the dish and I'm gagging the whole time. ew.
What song are the lyrics from?
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My mother never makes bacon any more, thank George. This is because she could be allergic.
It's a John song from Yellow Submarine called Hey Bulldog.
Ivyette
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Ivyette
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n eWW to washing bacon dishes although im not a vegetarian.
And nice song, I like.
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Yes. tis a lovely song. :)
Ivyette