Petrified hearts
Let ‘em know if you got ‘em
And all I can give
I wander from the shower
My legs on your bed
So I do not think about her

But tell me did it hurt you
In a new way
In a new way
In a new way
Tell me did it hurt you
In a new way
In a new way
In a new way

Did it hurt you
In a new way
In a new way
In a new way

I have seen fear and convenience
I have never glimpsed a romance
All my riches in the company van
I drove much faster than the rain

Then it hurts you
In a new way
In a new way
In a new way
Then it hurts you
In a new way
In a new way
In a new way

All our senses dry as cotton

- Thao Nguyen

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( I don't feel like dancing )

Oh my God, see below, that is a FANTASTIC mood icon. I don't actually feel numb at all, by the way, but... can you get any more graphically emo than that?
I actually started this LJ to placate a LJ-using friend, then later to occupy myself at boring admin job last year and never used it except to infrequently exclaim about truly random things, since I have a personal blog I've kept up since 2003. However, the idea of having dozens - nay, millions of LJ communities at my very fingertips has always been exciting.
I wonder if I should start using this LJ for real. Hmmmmmmmm. Do I have TIME? Not a question. EVERYONE has time, they just don't use it.
Randomly, I want to one day write for pajiba.
I have facebook-messaged Emerson Spatz. He never replied. Woe!
I once poured water on my father's head because I thought he was being a child.

I know there's definitely one, anyway.

1) I am genuinely unhappy that Alan Rickman is too old for anyone of my generation.
2) I watch White Oleander over and over to hum She's got skin like a statue / White and pure / Carved by an artist whose hand is demure / Got a mind like a sabre / Razor-sharp and sure whenever Michelle Pfeiffer turns on her lazer-hate eyes.
3) Why are the violent characters always the disturbingly attractive ones? It's a nasty psychological game.

Direct from ye famous blog:

"I have been asked this question many times in my life... so let me clear up something for you all. My name is James Lance Bass, but I have always gone by Lance. Dont know why. All the men in my family are James Irvin Bass.. and my parents decided to break the mold with me. (Thank God!)Everyone in my family goes by Jimmy or Jim, so to avoid confusion I guess they used Lance."

Dude. I can so see the shaaazaycafe tearing up this one with demonic relish.
Seriously. The South is scary, and it's not just Flannery O'Connor.

Via Helen, are these not the coolest things you've ever seen?