I hate general malaise type feelings. Not really sick, but definitely unwell, and whats maddening is that you can't really tell if they are going to go away or get worse. On the other hand, everyone seems to be sick lately. Just got an email from
birkwelch that has me worried in a low grade way,
beatgoddess's still not doing the solid food thing,
harinezumi's leaking snot from every facial orifice, and
sundart's throat is still sore. Damned equinox. :)
anyway. ran across a song lyric from one of my favorite movies that just about sums up my mood and my malaise:
Here I stand, the goddess of Desire,
set men on fire?
I have this power.
Morning, noon and night it's drink and dancing,
some quick romancing,
and then a quick shower.
Stage door Johnnies always surround me
They always hound me
With one request...
Who can satisfy their lustful habits?
I'm not a rabbit!
I need some rest!
I'm tired
Sick and tired of love
I've had my fill of love
From below and above...
Tired,
Tired of being admired,
Tired of love uninspired,
Let's face it, I'm tired!
I've been with thousands of men,
Again and again
They promise the moon...
Always coming and going,
Going and coming,
And always too soon!
I'm tired,
Tired of playing the game,
Ain't it a crying shame?
I'm so tired,
God dammit, I'm tired!
I've been with thousands of men,
Again and again...
They sing the same tune
They quote Byron and Shelley
And jump on your belly
And bust your balloon!
Tired,
Tired of playing the game,
Ain't it a freakin' shame,
I'm so tired ...
Moment of silence for Madeline Kahn... *sigh*
anyway. ran across a song lyric from one of my favorite movies that just about sums up my mood and my malaise:
Here I stand, the goddess of Desire,
set men on fire?
I have this power.
Morning, noon and night it's drink and dancing,
some quick romancing,
and then a quick shower.
Stage door Johnnies always surround me
They always hound me
With one request...
Who can satisfy their lustful habits?
I'm not a rabbit!
I need some rest!
I'm tired
Sick and tired of love
I've had my fill of love
From below and above...
Tired,
Tired of being admired,
Tired of love uninspired,
Let's face it, I'm tired!
I've been with thousands of men,
Again and again
They promise the moon...
Always coming and going,
Going and coming,
And always too soon!
I'm tired,
Tired of playing the game,
Ain't it a crying shame?
I'm so tired,
God dammit, I'm tired!
I've been with thousands of men,
Again and again...
They sing the same tune
They quote Byron and Shelley
And jump on your belly
And bust your balloon!
Tired,
Tired of playing the game,
Ain't it a freakin' shame,
I'm so tired ...
Moment of silence for Madeline Kahn... *sigh*