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Me

I love Tori Amos

and Incubus.

Rain gives me an uncontrollable urge to dance about in the street.

My hair is curly

And I always think its way too long

One day

I'll probably shave my head

I hope its nicely shaped.

High school was awful, and I never finished

But I still have hopes and some dreams

I use the word "hate" far too freely

And I curse too much.

Sex makes me giggly and sometimes

Its too hard not to laugh.

No offense meant.

I call Maynard Keenan my god.

And I always sing the songs I hate when I hear them on the radio.

Language is sexy.

And it turns me on when people speak nicely

It drives me crazy when anyone says "ain't"

But I occasionally say it myself

Shh, don't tell.

My best friend is a boy who

Tortured me when we were little kids.

And I find him absolutely beautiful now.



One day I know rain won't make me as euphoric as it does now, but I hope it does.

And I won't remember who Incubus was.

But I'll always have Tori.

Sex won't make me laugh anymore

Because I'll worry about my kids doing it.



One day it won't kill me to apologise.

And I won't like any of the songs on the radio.



But I'll still call Maynard Keenan my god

And I'll play Tool real loud.

Shaking my head when the kids call it oldies.

I'll still think its sexy when someone uses big words when they talk.



5:12 am; 12 - 1 - 02