Independence Day @ MindSay 
4th of july
(For those who haven't picked up the subtle movie references, it's "28 Days Later". But that's only for the subject line. For those who know me well, I love messages-within-messages. So a slight twist to the name of a movie, to reference the situation, and voila! Subject line. Actually, if you've seen the movie, it may make some sort of twisted sense if you try and tie it into this series of posts. Now on to the show..)
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When your love is on the run
Don't fall apart at what's begun
It's just the healing process
Of your heart
When your dream has lost it's cause
Don't waste your time in closing doors
You'll be the last to know
When love has gone
Love is on the run
Love is on the run
Love is on the run
Love is on the run from me
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excerpt from "Love Is On The Run", The Moody Blues
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They dedicate their lives
To running all of his
He tries to please them all
This bitter man he is
Throughout his life the same
He's battled constantly
This fight he cannot win
A tired man they see no longer cares
The old man then prepares
To die regretfully
That old man here is me
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub thee unforgiven
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excerpt from "Unforgiven", Metallica
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Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess I'm learning, I must be warmer now
I'll soon be turning, 'round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free
The show must go on
The show must go on
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excerpt from "The Show Must Go On", Queen
Happy Independence Day! As I have done many years in the past, I officially can say this:
T-minus 5 days and counting...
"the following EM (enlisted men) will be volunteers at the Pine Hill (NJ) Independence Day festivities. Report promptly at 0800 hrs to Mrs. Lindstrom (i think that was her name) at the parade marshaling area in Pine Hill. Uniform required is dress khakis..."
that memo waas signed by the battery commander and posted on the company bull. board. There were 6 names. mine was the first.
This meant that I, who was serving my country as a reluctant missleman for 3 years, was going to mark my country's Independence Day by donating my holiday off to marching in a parade to honor... you know where that's going. Keywords in that memo are, "will be volunteers."
For the record, the ladies of the Pine Hill, New Jersey patriotic committee were so nice and gracious and kind to us that the day was more fun than our captain ever intended for us to have. I visited there often after that until the Army decided I should learn to speak German. That was 1967, btw.
So Happy 4th, 2008 to anyone so bored that they are on their computers instead of out on the deck burning burgers. And as I did at that Pine Hill parade long ago, I'll muse a bit on our Independence.
We rebelled against a government of "taxation without representation." (That line is from my 4th grade history book.)
Now we have taxation with representation... There's a little food for thought while those burgers fry. Oh, and hold the tomatoes, please. At a safe (long) distance.
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:P Ok now to be serious. I honestly did forget so I just wanted to drop in and say Happy (belated) Independence Day. :)
Anywhoo! I'm hoping that everyone has had a good holiday weekend so far! Gotta go do some laundry so I shall chatter at y'all later.
Well hello. Happy day after No British Oppression Day. (Independence Day) Seems rude to be saying that because only America celebrates. I wonder if England is all like, damn those Americans and their holiday, we could sooo own you. And then what holiday would we have to break up the monotony of June and July?? None I tell you none! Well, that was fun.
So, in other news, I'm bored as hell, missing my family reunion because I have no way to get to freaking Mercer cuz I got rid of my broken car.. woo hoo? Maybe I'll ask Tara if I can borrow her car and go.. that sounds good.... yeah. Lol. :) God I should ask her!! I can totally pay her some gas money when I get the check from selling my car! Yay! that sounds like fun!1 Yes! I shall do that. That's all for today folks. Except...
--Explicit--
I got fucked by 3 black men the other night, it was fun as hell. One right after the other, and it was twice a piece after I had sucked them all off. Yay stamina!!
Always,
Xo Whitney Marie oX
Living on my own this last week has been quite an adventure. I know, I know. It’s only a week. But it’s amazing the difference a week can make. My mom and I are getting along like civil human beings for the first time in ages. I’m finding that yeah, I can do it myself. My kitchen is spotless, my clothes are clean. My animals get fed, my bed might not get made, but it’s still sleep-inable. I can’t believe it’s only been a week. It feels like ages. I’ve spent a good part of almost every day so far with Nick. In fact, the only day I didn’t see him at all was the day we left for San Francisco. But I talked to him for most of the day. And I might not see him today, but seeing as he knows when I work and that I had no plans, I don’t think it’s likely. It’s just really nice. Doesn’t everyone say so? But it is. Not that this is particularly important on a surface level, but my friends (my roommate, no less) love him and totally 100% approve. And on that note, he doesn’t mind hanging out with my friends or me hanging out with his friends. Of course, it’s not any more or less awkward when it’s just us. It’s really nice. And he’s absolutely adorable. He finds excuses to touch me at work, but not in a sleazy way at all. It’s stuff like ruffling my hair when I take off my visor or letting his hand linger a little bit when we both work the pour station. And saying goodbye takes hours. He’s such a sweetheart. I’m so glad I (god, I sicken myself) found him.
I promise, I’ll find something more cynical to talk about next post. I hate how mushy I sound. Is this how happy people sound when they think? Ugh, shoot me! I sound like a teenage romance novel. However, I still am a teenager. I suppose I get leave to be a little childish.
The ironic part is while I sound so incredibly sappy in these posts, it’s not sappy at all. A lot of our time is spent engrossed in really deep conversation or really random talks about what we do and don’t like about a particular subject. Or stargazing. In the most cliché sense, we stargaze. We find constellations, make up our own, and point them out to each other. But I love it.
Anyway, now that I’ve gushed for too long, Happy Independence Day! Just remember, this is the celebration of the day we declared independence from Britain and tyranny, not the day we achieved it. Not sure if we have yet, come to think of it. Anyway, food for thought.
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