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Something for your heart....16:30 Jul 31 2009
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World was on fire
No one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody
And I don't want to fall in love
No, I don't want to fall in love
What a wicked game to play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To make me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say
You never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do
To make me dream of you
And I don't wanna fall in love
No, I don't want to fall in love
World was on fire
No, no one could save me
Ain't it strange what desire
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody
And I don't wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
No I don't wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
No I
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
I don't wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
Nobody loves no one
Chris Issak song....
It says it so well....
OK it's safe now05:41 Jul 31 2009
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I put the Kitana away.... Sorry for the rage...
Really I won't bite
I hate knowing the future05:19 Jul 31 2009
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I hate the tingly sense I get and I know when I've been lied to...
It makes me so pissed off
I hate being toyed with....
I can't explain how perfectly exquisitly furious it makes me....
I hate it when people think they are smarter than everyone around them and it pisses me off when you mistake me for a lamb...
It's the true mark of a narcissist. Been there done that silk screened the tshirt and fucking burned it.... Next!
I kinda like that I can see your aura....
It will be nice when my heart stops shaking with this rage....
For those of you that have no idea what happened to happy Chela... Leave her a note I will see she gets it...
LaPrincesa
Innocence03:15 Jul 28 2009
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My heart is breaking and I wish I could say why.
I shout and I scream into the dark midnight sky.
Now I see I'm nothing more to you than curiosity.
Wonder how one could fall so quick to mediocrity?
Was it easy to leave me so in the cold all alone?
Silence, sadness and despair beg to be my own.
Is this the dreadful hollow sorrow of your soul?
The desolation and empty laughter take it's toll.
Why is my heart so innocent, adoration in my eyes?
Always living with the faith, wonder and surprise?
Will I never reach the point of irony and defeat
That the others who roam to find so very neat?
Yard Murders
00:41 Jul 27 2009
Times Read: 686
I may go to hell. Last night I killed someone. It started like this....
It was late. My puppies were begging to go out. So even though I was in my underpanties and a tank top I went to the back door. We face a greenbelt and have a 6 foot fence... Not too much danger of anyone getting an eyeful of that at 12:30 AM on a Saturday.
I opened the sliding screendoor. It got stuck in the track like usual and I had to bang on it which upsets my husband. But he wasn't home, he'd gone to talk to our neighbor who was working on his car... yes at 12:30AM....I never said it was a normal neighborhood.
The puppies ran outside and began to sniff everything. That's when I saw him. The puppies saw him too. They ran towards him even though I was calling them back, they don't listen very good. He froze on the lawn, his eyes bright and fangs glistening... The puppies came closer and I shouted frantically.
Still they ignored me. So I was faced with a decision... Defend my pets or allow one or more to be possibly disfigured or killed by the razor sharp teeth of the beast. All the while I was talking to Isabell on my Iphone telling her the blow by blow.
Then I sprang into action. I dropped the Iphone into the grass. "hello hello, what's happening now?" Isabell's voice was lost in the wet grass where my phone had fallen. I crossed the grass quickly in my barefeet. The blades of grass felt cold and wet between my toes. I grabbed the post hole digger next to the house. It should work... it's basicly a thick stick with a blade on the end of it. Adrenaline coursed through my blood filling me with righteous raqe. I jabbed at the creature as my little pets ran behind me. Apparently since mom had joined the fight this clued them in that this was no ordinary thing.
I stabbed viciously until I saw the blood pour and heard the sickening crack of his neck.... Then I hit him with the business end of the post hole digger several more times to make sure he was dead. It wouldn't do if I got bitten whilst I was shoveling his nasty ass out of my yard....
As he lay in his death twitch on my lawn I admired his hair and his eyes. My breathing returned to normal and I got a shovel and some plastic sacks. The puppies were very interested in him and I had to keep telling them to go back in house.
I shoveled his entrails and head into the sack. I thought how sad he had barely seen me coming and certainly was not expecting to be met with the level of force with which I defend my home and pets.
Then I heard a noise in the bushes...but it was only a feral cat which lives in the greenbelt behind my house.
I finished shoveling him up into the plastic sacks and tied all the knots. Then I walked to the front yard. I was surprised at how little he actually weighed. Aren't dead bodies supposed to be heavier?
As I neared the gate I heard my husband and his presence startled me. I wordlessly handed him the bags and he smiled. "Who's in the bags, Chela?"
I said, "Well go ahead and look for yourself." He untied one of the bags. It must have been the one with his head. I could only imagine the grossness he was looking at. He started to shout and laugh. I don't believe I've ever seen anyone so happy over the death of another creature. It was kind of disturbing. When he calmed down he said, "This is just great now that little bastage of a possum will stop eating my new grass!"
What did you do Saturday night? Leave me a comment. -Chela
Wishes22:16 Jul 26 2009
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I love this poem...
Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!
Emily Dickinson
Happiness shattered all around
Falling like broken glass without a sound
It seemed like it was sheer perfection
now all lies, half truth and rejection
Clarity bright will never ever know
the dark path down which all will go
-Chela
If I had my way....02:54 Jul 25 2009
Times Read: 693
If my life were mine
If I had my way...
Life could be so fine
I'd have more to say
If my life was lost
If I had my way
I would pay the cost
I'd be glad to pay
If my heart was healed
If I had my way
To see my fate sealed
with you any day
I will never have my way.....
Blueberries are amazing02:47 Jul 24 2009
Times Read: 696
Blueberries.... cause me to lose weight. I have finally found the food I can eat as much of as I want.... I dropped 7 freaking pounds this week... AWESOME POSSUM yeah.... now for more veggie burger...OMG... That is so wrong.... We had steak last night.....Wait! I am obsessing.....WTF.... Stop it Chela!
My Mom01:42 Jul 21 2009
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I don't write alot in here. I wish I had time. My mom.... I wanted to write about her today. She was this amazing person. She gave and gave and gave me all she had. I didn't deserve it. I was spoiled, insolent, haughty, thoughtless and rude. When I was at the height of my most evil she only loved me more. Then one day I awoke and surveyed the chaos I'd left in the wake of my destruction.
I'm not going to name specifics, people I know would like to stay out of jail. I called my mother and I apologized to her. I told her I was a colossal ass and I begged her to forgive me. She did. I spent the next 10 years being best friends with my mom. She put me through school and helped me when I did not have the strength or will to help myself.
I find myself now curiously screaming in traffic, not at the other drivers but at the heartbreak I feel at her loss. I find myself screaming at a God so cruel that he would wrench my best friend, my haven, port and guidance from me. I wonder if the other drivers are scared of the auburn haired girl that is driving my car so fast whilst screaming and crying?
I know I am scared of her, the depth of her pain overwhelms me daily. There is no cure for the experience of life.
West Coast is hot today02:27 Jul 12 2009
Times Read: 720
It's hot, it's muggy.... OMG it's awesome!
My sister joined VR09:10 Jul 04 2009
Times Read: 729
Hey my sister Isabell joined VR... Yay
Her profile needs some work, please people be nice until I can help her get it fixed up.
PLEASSSSSEEEEEE
I like Nachos....03:54 Jul 03 2009
Times Read: 734
Oh man, How do you lose weight when you love to eat/cook? I love Nachos..... I love cheese. Something isn't working right....giggling.....
One of those perfect Days02:16 Jul 01 2009
Times Read: 658
Today was one of those perfect days. The sky is blue, the sun is out but it's not hot outside, but it's not cold either. Everyone I met seems happy to see me. My dogs are happy. My boss is happy. My husband is watering the lawn and singing. It reminds me why I love him and I love the sun even if it doesn't love me.
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