Feeling lost or afraid to move. Don't know if this should be sung to me or sung by me...

Don't hang up, can't we talk
So confused it's like I'm lost
What went wrong, what made you go
Don't pretend you don't know
This is me...I'm unchangable

When did we fall apart
Or did you lie from the start
When you said, it's only you
I was blind, such a fool
Thinking we were unbreakable
It was you and me, against the world
And you promised me forever more

Was it something that I said
Was it something that I did
Cause I gotta know what made me unbeautiful

I've been told what's done is done
To let it go and carry on
Deep inside I know that's true
I'm stuck in time
stuck on youW
hen We were still untouchable

Wake up, wake up, wake up
Cause I'm only dreaming
Get out, get out, get out, get out
Get out of my head now
Because we're much better altogether
Can't let go

It was you and me
against the world
And you promised me forever more
Was it something that I said
Was it something that I did
Cause I gotta know what made me unbeautiful...

When You've Got No One To Tell Them To...

The Story

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you

Oh, Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true
I was made for you

Do Shoulder Pads Mean More Money?

New Job...New Job.....New (period) Job (period)

I have officially passed all the prelim, contingency offer requests and have been offered, by far, what may be my biggest "big girl" job yet.

It took over a week just to get past the entire background check, drug test, credit check, sample of blood and signing over of my first unborn child.

I start in about 2 weeks. I will be making a boat load of money. I get a phone and computer.
and I think I would drape myself in velvet...if it were socially acceptable.

The biggest thing about all of this is that I have to wear a suit every day. I shit you not. A suit. Every day.

Is there like a 'Ladies Warehouse' or 'S&K' for Women? I hate shoulder pads and despise nudies. But something smells of Melanie Griffith in 'Working Girl' here...

Could it be b/c I am playing the role she did in "Born Yesterday"?

Uh oh...what do I tell the 'suits' when I have to dye my hair PLATINUM for the show?

All I hope is that I can wear my high-top white sneakers and "walk" with the ladies at lunch.

sweet.

wish me luck and let's pray they don't fire me within the first hour of work.

CURSING FISH

Dyana is my favorite for sending this to me. The 2 Balls and a Dick part is so effin' funny. I think I may just be the voice of all these fish.

"Born Yesterday"

Got the lead. HOLY TAP-DANCING JESUS. I am a lead in a play.

I have to go piss myself now.

SUPER TUESDAY. SCHMUPER TUESDAY.

so, how do you deal with two failing parents? Is there some sort of formula that has proven well for others who are in the 20s and having to deal with it? Can't I 'google' it? Maybe if I Urban Dictionary the term: CAREGIVER, I'll get some great explanation that could possibly work in my situation.

or....

maybe not.

It is what it is, right?

All I really want if for someone to just take my brain, put it into a bucket to let it simmer (as in SIMA-DON-NA)? Or put it in their head and think for me, please. That would be a "please and thank you".

Super Tuesday. How about really Super Tuesday!? I mean like, better than the start of Mardi Gras, day before Ash Wednesday, Super.

Alright, I gotta go vote for the black woman. Right after I go crawl in a hole.

I'll tell you that this Tuesday was superly super. Thanks for askin'.

MICHELE IS REALLY JULIE

"She is sweeter than Julie Andrews singing on a mountain top"....