love don't live here

mad_dancer @ 2007-04-20T02:04:00

2007-04-20T06:06:00Z

Hey guys - just to let you know, I did make a new journal, and this is "last call". If you'd like to be on the new LJ, comment here and I'll add you over there!

The subject of one's hair

2007-04-06T04:59:53Z

Well guys and gals - recognize me on the streets no longer, for I have dyed my hair black!

Yes, black.

My entire life I had been blonde; born to be the butt of every dumb joke. I went to many a hair dresser, begging for brown hair. I envied Lucy Lawless's blue/black tresses that set her icey eyes off like little twinkling diamonds on a bed of snow wrapped in black velvet. Finally one day, my hair dresser gave in and dyed my white hair brown. I reveled in the dark colour. So rich and beautiful! But it began to fade quickly. I had to have darker hair. I WANTED WONDER WOMAN BLACK, PEOPLE! After a disasterously ugly and expensive hair dye from a cute spanish lady who refused to dye my hair any darker than light brown, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

Tonight, on my way home from work, I stopped at the low key, shady, local DR (Duane Reade for those innocents out there) to get my fix. I knew exactly which disease was mine. Loriel Paris #3 soft black. I grabbed the little box of glory between my fingers and shivered at the knowledge that I held the key. The power was all mine!

I am well versed in how to dye one's hair - after all, I did work closely with Rose Parton, top hair stylist in Huntsville, AL for quite a few years. Granted I'd always dyed horse's coats and never a human head, but I figured it was pretty much the same concept. I read the directions over and over again, looking at myself in the mirror, asking allowed "Do you really hate this light brown colour? Are you preparred to be black?"

HELL YES!

After a long, fun, semi-messy adventure which including dying, washing, showering, then drying, I turned towards the mirror. Everything played out in slow motion - the world spun before me and I felt myself tipping sideways as I took that first glance into the mirror...

I guess I won't be called in for the role of Elle Woods any time soon. Just call me Morticia. ;)

without anything to numb you

2007-03-08T08:35:26Z

made by: mad_dancer

i saw you cry today; the pain may fill you.
i saw you shy away; the pain will not kill you.
you made me smile today. we spoke with many voices.
we traveled miles today; shared expressions voiceless.
it has to end.

living in your head without anything to numb you.
living on the edge without anything to numb you.
it has to end to begin.

laura michelle

2007-01-05T05:39:55Z

you must be so proud at the way he turned out

2006-12-08T16:30:51Z

I am on Broadway.com, bitches!!! Only one picture this time and it's a group shot but eh. At least I am smiling!

If I were a month I would be: August
If I were a day of the week I would be: Tuesday
If I were a time of day I would be: 4:00pm
If I were a planet I would be: Venus
If I were a sea animal I would be: Killer whale
If I were a direction I would be: North
If I were a piece of furniture I would be: A fancy comfy leather lounge chair
If I were a sin I would be:
If I were a historical figure I would be: Queen Elizabeth
If I were a liquid I would be: lava
If I were a stone, I would be: a saphire
If I were a tree, I would be: cherry tree
If I were a bird, I would be: a hawk
If I were a tool, I would be: a screw HAHAHAHAHA ok.
If I were a flower/plant, I would be:
If I were a kind of weather, I would be: A tornado
If I were a mythical creature, I would be: a pearly white unicorn
If I were a musical instrument, I would be: def a piano. SOOO beautiful.
If I were an animal, I would be: a quarter horse. Without a doubt.
If I were a color, I would be: hunter green.
If I were an emotion, I would be: calm
If I were a vegetable, I would be: Brocolli!
If I were a sound, I would be: a light thunderstorm
If I were a car, I would be: A mother fucking dark red viper.
If I were a song, I would be: "The Storm Inside" ~ Laura Michelle Kelly
If I were a movie, I would be directed by: whoever directed Prey.
If I were a book, I would be written by: Janet Fitch. She is amaaaaaaazing.
If I were a food, I would be: anything Italian.
If I were a place, I would be: London, or New Zealand
If I were a material, I would be: silk.
If I were a taste, I would be: mint
If I were a scent, I would be: warm, spicy vanilla
If I were a religion, I would be: Greek mythology
If I were a word, I would be: supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
If I were an object, I would be: a napkin HAHAHAHAHA. for real, a picture frame.
If I were a body part I would be: hands
If I were a facial expression I would be: a sad smile.
If I were a subject in school I would be: Dance.
If I were a cartoon character I would be: a my little pony
If I were a shape I would be a: circle
If I were a number I would be: 5

mad_dancer @ 2006-08-13T23:45:00

2006-08-14T04:59:08Z

I ran from my house that cannot contain me
From the man that I cannot keep
From my mother who haunts me, even though she's gone
From my daughter that never sleeps
I ran from the noise and the silence
From the traffic on the streets

I ran to the treetops, I ran to the sky
Out to the lake, into the rain that matted my hair
And soaked my shoes and skin
Hid my tears, hid my fears

I ran to the forest, I ran to the trees
I ran and I ran, I was looking for me

I ran past the churches and the crooked old mailbox
Past the apple orchards and the lady that never talks
Up into the hills, I ran to the cemetery
And held my breath, and thought about your death

I ran to the lake, up into the hills
I ran and I ran, I'm looking there still
And I saw the crumbling tombstones
All forgotten names

I tasted the rain, I tasted my tears
I cursed the angels, I tasted my fears

And the ground gave way beneath my feet
And the earth took me in her arms
Leaves covered my face
Ants marched across my back
Black sky opened up, blinding me

I ran to the forest, I ran to the trees
I ran and I ran, I was looking for me
I ran to the lakes and up to the hill
I ran and I ran, I'm looking there still

And I smelled her burning flesh
Her rotting bones
Her decay

I ran and I ran
I'm still running away

You Make Me Sick

2006-07-28T09:23:11Z

"you're a poster child for this plastic world" ~ anonymous

so you can take your gold
and you can flaunt it for all it's worth
because material might be important to you
but you just can't see that
you're only made of
faux pearls &
s e q u i n s

Ugly

2005-11-05T08:23:05Z

Bring on the ugly, bring on the shit
You bring me something I just can't fix
I think your ugly might do the trick
Noone can fix you
You make me sick!

You bring out the worst in me
And you bring out the hate in me
My life is something you can't save
Now you're ugly

Did I take revenge on my broken brother?
Shall I make amends?
Should I even bother?
Did he pay the price for so many others?
Cause I don't feel a thing for that sick mother fucker!

You bring out the worst in me
And you bring out the hate in me
My life is something you can't save...
Now you're ugly

~Gina Gershon, Prey For Rock & Roll

Kiss Of The Spider Woman

2005-10-27T16:22:31Z

Turn off the lights and turn on your mind
And I can promise you you will find
You will like my plan, my sweetest fan,
My leading man
Anywhere you are!

~ Rachelle Rak singing "Where You Are"

Mein Herr

2005-06-29T00:06:49Z

You have to understand the way I am,
Mein Herr.
A tiger is a tiger, not a lamb.
Mein Herr.
You'll never turn the vinegar to jam,
Mein Herr.
So I do...
What I do...
When I'm through...
Then I'm through...
And I'm through...
Toodle-oo!