noooooodle!

So we played some modern, and I had a blast. I made a 4 1/2 foot tall chinease mail-order DJ that can't speak a word of english (except noodle, of coarse). Who's got it? you know who you are! Patrik saw fit to give me a Chinese rocket launcher and an HK MP5 supmachine gun, and hillarious antics ensued, encluding a coup-de-gra on kirmit the frog as I held him down under one shoe. Amanda's character has pretty much adopted 'the kid', and noodle does a little dance ... I'm gonna have to draw this one for sure :p

I'm going to take this chance to slip in my stupid, cheezy little crap non-hiku, because I feel lonely after everyone has gone to bed:
one thing that I miss
is having someone to kiss
morning noon and night

it's kindof odd that I feel lonely. I mean, I'm an introvert, so I really should rellish the time I get to be alone. But I find I don't really, unless I'm exhausted. But then again, it makes sense too, I guess. Maybe thats what that dramatic little piece of trite is all about. Maybe not. Thats the hiku I was thinking about, by the way Amanda P. And someone is going to read this and laugh at me (or think it very sad). I SEE YOU!!! maybe not, but hey, it's fun to say :p

ramble ramble ramble

Van Hellsing Sucked. Music was good, but I still liked the Indiana Jones and the Last crusade music better, which I think inspired some of this. Maybe thats just nostalgia :p

I think I need to toss some paranoia, and try to dig up layedbackhappy tristan once again ... keep saying I'll do it, but then stuff keeps happening :p

well, I'll see some of you in my dreams ... but not you. You smell.

that means good night.

buzz off!



goodnight, to every little hour that you sleep tite
may it hold you through the winter of a long night
and keep you from the loneliness of yourself
heart strung is your heart frayed and empty
cause it's hard luck, when no one understands your love
it's unsung, and i say
goodnight, my love, to every hour in every day
goodnight, always, to all that's in your heart

goodnight, may your dreams be so happy and your
head lite with the wishes of a sandman and a night light
be careful not to let the bedbugs sleep tight nestled in your covers
the sun shines but i don't
a silver rain will wash away
and you can tell, it's just as well
goodnight, my love, to every hour in every day
goodnight, always to all that's pure that's in your heart
-sp