"...I should tell you..."

[ROGER] I should tell you I'm disaster
I forget how to begin it
[MIMI] Let's just make this part go faster
I have yet to be in it
I should tell you
[ROGER] I should tell you
[MIMI] I should tell you
[ROGER] I should tell you
[MIMI] I should tell I blew the candle out just to get back in
[ROGER] I'd forgotten how to smile until your candle burned my skin
[MIMI] I should tell you
[ROGER] I should tell you
[MIMI] I should tell you
[BOTH] I should tell you,
Well here we go
Now we-
[MIMI] Oh no
[ROGER] I know - this something is, here goes-
[MIMI]Here goes
[ROGER ]Guess so, it's starting to...Who knows?
[MIMI]Who knows
[BOTH]Who knows where?
Who goes there?
Who knows?
Here goes
Trusting desire - starting to learn
Walking through fire without a burn
Clinging - a shoulder a leap begins
Stinging and older, asleep on pins
So here we go; now we-
[ROGER] Oh no
[MIMI] I know
[ROGER] Oh no
[BOTH] Who knows where
Who goes there?
Here goes
Here goes
Here goes
Here goes
Here goes
Here goes

--- "I Should Tell You" from Rent

Should I tell him? Should I indeed?

*sigh* He hasn't emailed me for days. I wonder if he found the note. *mortification*

"...eeurgh..."

Boys are stupid.

No offense to the boys I like.

Let's rephrase that.

The boys I don't like are stupid.

For those of you I do like... sorry you have to be part of such a stupid gender.

It's not your fault.

>.>

<.<

Lots of girls stink too.

People.

Guh.

A Song Stuck.

This song is stuck in my head.
It's called "Wig In A Box".
It's from the movie Hedwig and the Angry Inch, which I saw on Saturday night with Ali.
It's an amazing movie.
And an extremely catchy song.

"On nights like this
when the world's a bit amiss
and the lights go down
across the trailer park
I get down
I feel had
I feel on the verge of going mad
and then it's time to punch the clock

I put on some make-up
and turn up the tape deck
and pull the wig down on my head
suddenly I'm Miss Midwest
Midnight Checkout Queen
until I head home
and put myself to bed

I look back on where I'm from
look at the woman I've become
and the strangest things
seem suddenly routine
I look up from my Vermouth on the rocks
a gift-wrapped wig still in the box
of towering velveteen.

I put on some make-up
and some LaVern Baker
and pull the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly I'm Miss Beehive 1963
Until I wake up
And turn back to myself

Some girls they have natural ease
they wear it any way they please
with their French flip curls
and perfumed magazines
Wear it up
Let it down
This is the best way that I've found
to be the best you've ever seen

I put on some make-up
and turn up the eight-track
I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly I'm Miss Farrah Fawcett
from TV
until I wake up
and turn back to myself

Shag, bi-level, bob
Dorothy Hammil do,
Sausage curls, chicken wings
It's all because of you
With your blow dried, feather back,
Toni home wave, too
flip, fro, frizz, flop,
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
It's all because of you

I put on some make-up
turn up the eight-track
I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly I'm this punk rock star
of stage and screen
and I ain't never
I'm never turning back"