:: Vicious Rumours ::

:: Saturday, May 10, 2003 ::

We all make choices in our lives, random sometimes seemingly meanigless choices. We chose to turn left instead of right. We chose decaf instead of regular. We chose to step from the curb ten second after the car that could of killed us has passed, instead of ten seconds before. We move through our lives, telling ourselves that we control our destiny, but do we?

In the blink of an eye, your life can change. Do you chose to stop and look in the window of that store? Do you make eye contact with the man across the room? Where is the crux that makes the hinge of your life swing wide? What is the defining moment for you? And will you know it when you see it?

What lies do you tell yourself? What lies do you tell others? To convine the world that what they see is the product of what YOU have chosen and not the random happenstance of events slamming together out of your control. When do the lives you crush and destroy become to much of a sacrifice for your own happiness for you to continue on?



:: Serena Woodward 5/10/2003 05:53:00 PM [+] ::
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I'm tired.
That bone weary, skull crushing muscle aching kind of tired . I hate when I get like this and there's no real reason why. No real disernible cause. Not like I had marathon sex last night, not like he wouldn't have obliged me. Could have gone all night, but I wasn't lookin for it. I just wanted to snuggle up under the blankets and breathe him in and go to sleep. Lay there in the warmth and the comfort of him and dream.

And I woke up to the clatter of something loud hitting the floor and I couldn't remember for a brief second where I was or what I was doing there, and all I could remember was that I was tired and that he was there, solid and strong. And that I needed a drink.

There wasn't even the hum of the music to keep me in a state of semi awareness last night, just above the deep sleep in the REM state, hovering in dreams that make me feel fuzzy and aware at the same time. Waking up and rubbing my eyes, looking for meaning in the shapes I saw moving in the shadows at the edge of my bed.

I'm so fucking tired and all I can do is sit here.
:: Serena Woodward 5/08/2003 08:55:00 AM [+] ::
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slut




A friend of mine gave this to me..I thought it was great, so I'm sharing it with you. Read it, memorisze the parts you think belong to you. Pass it on. Read it again when you forget it. We need to remember that we are what we believe , and at our hearts we are the best of ourselves and at times we can be the worst of what others belive in us IF we allow it.

DON'T let that happen to you.....let the slut in you run free.
:: Serena Woodward 5/05/2003 05:35:00 PM [+] ::
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I'm gonna do my nails. I'm gonna paint them bright slut fuck me red and run them through my hair. I'm gonna wear a deep, rich shade of lipstick and flirt shamelessly. I'm gonna trail my fingers down his chest, my eyes locked with yours. My skirt cut to high, my heels black and sharp.

I'm gonna play with my hair and lick my lips and not let you touch me. I'm gonna bend low and run my hand along my calf, straighten the seam on my stockings, the lace peeking out under the hem of my skirt. And I'm gonna tease you.

Then I'm gonna move into the crowd and disappear. I'm gonna sneak around behind you, run my fingers along your neck like a whisper, gone before you feel it. My smell will linger. I'm gonna stand in the shadows and wait for you. Music thumping in my veins and when you get to me, I'm gonna fade like smoke.
:: Serena Woodward 5/05/2003 08:31:00 AM [+] ::
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