AgentOrange's blog: "Mind The Gap"

Shittles and Eggs. Bring out the Kegs! Spread wide those legs. I’ll pay out the ass. I’m serious. It’s your personal stalker. Like this one’s a shocker. I’m stoned as hell, Sure you can tell. But that won’t stop me Won’t rock me Won’t keep me from doing My job… You in… It’s not the end I’m your personal stalker. I hang head’s in my locker. Bring out the bomb squad. Use my worldwide calling card Get my ass out of here. Find myself at your place. Until my face is erased You’ll find me here. It was about time you knew. I’m your personal stalker.

A hasty retreat, a rejection so complete, But my memory still Fixates on the heat, Of the moment that night. I’m searching my mind, Trying to find, A place where I don’t care. But you’re right. We weren’t meant to be Because you aren’t who I thought you were. You’re the enemy. It’s so clear to some, but I refuse to se. Now I must fight, Against what is right. Full-circle, back again I’m in the hands of a friend. I must not care, or we will go Full-circle.

Finally broke up with my boyfriend.. Not all that happy about it. Right now, I just want some steak and a hug, and shrimp cocktail. Nothing got done today, although last night in did modify this old ugly looking choir dress that I had. Now, I say it's rather spiffy for not having sewn at all. And.. maybe later I'll start posting my poems. Who knows.

Yes..I recently got 6 cartillege piercings at once. What fun. And only one of them is infected.. so far. I think. Good thing I have pain meds. And Bravery.

There once was a man named Bob, he did stuff for a living, whatever he needed to do to get by at the time. Unfortunately, he always got laid off. The miracle of cheap child labor in India and whatnot. One day in...October, this man named Bob was working at an acorn packaging plant in Boise, Idaho. Idaho is not only known for their potatoes, oh.. they produce fabulous acorns as well. Bob was quite fond of this job, since they allowed him to take care of one of the many tester squirrels, used for....testing the acorns for freshness everyday. He was so close with his squirrel, he named it Fred, as all things that need naming by Bob usually end up being named. Bob had a cat named Fred, a couch named Fred, a footstool named fredrica, and a kitchen sink named Francis. This job, he intended to stay at for a very long time.This man named Bob.