from the mouths of babes

noreply@blogger.com (samantha) — Tue, 07 Aug 2007 20:19:00 +0000

washington square nordstroms. i come across these:

i know, they are completely awesome, and i'm going back to buy them, but i digress.

me "gabriel, put those down" (i have now said this at least 7 times in as many seconds, he can't help but pick up every patent leather heal in the place)

me "gabriel, look at these shoes"

gabriel (at full volume) "mom, those are fucking cool"

i can't even deny it, sean happened to walk up just as my foul mouthed little one spewed the words. i did manage to pull myself together and not laugh, but i've been chuckling a little bit ever since.

Song to Say...

noreply@blogger.com (samantha) — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 22:47:00 +0000

I was "working" and listening to music when Placebo popped into my headphones. Now I love Placebo and can think of an event to go with every single Placebo song written, well not Haemoglobin, but i hate that song. Anyway here I am and Song to Say Goodbye is playing and I'm just about crying at work, which is really not wholly unusual. Well it's unusual when I'm not PMS'ing, which I'm not. I just started thinking about an old friend of mine that just so fits this song. I try not to think too much about how this person is killing themselves, but when I do it breaks my heart. I think the time has come for me to have a heart to heart, but I'm keep saying I'm too busy, or I forget. I think I better get on it though, because if they do manage to do themselves in and I haven't even tried I know I'll regret it forever. Here's the lyrics for the song, and by the way, Heroin's not the only gnarly drug. It wasn't for me....

You are one of God's mistakes.
You crying, tragic waste of skin.
I'm well aware of how it aches.
And you still won't let me in.
Now I'm breaking down your door, to try and save your swollen face.
Though, I don't like you anymore you lying, trying waste of space.

Before our innocence was lost
you were always one of those blessed with lucky 7s,
and a voice that made me cry.

My oh my.

You were mother nature's son.
Someone to whom I could relate.
Your needle and your damage done,
remains a sordid twist of fate.
Now I'm trying to wake you up,
to pull you from the liquid sky.
Cause if I don't we'll both end up,
with just your song to say goodbye.

My oh my.

A song to say goodbye,
A song to say goodbye
A song to say

Before our innocence was lost you were always one of those
blessed with lucky 7's,
and a voice that made me cry.

It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.

My Ambling Mind

from the mouths of babes

Song to Say...