Further adventures of Rocketbride: May 23, 2003.

I don't care if you don't want me cause I'm yours yours yours anyhow

may 23, 2003.

"Unchained Melody" really sucks."
"What brought that on?"
"Do I need a reason?"
"No."
I was actually thinking about The Gothest Movie Ever (a.k.a. Beetlejuice) and how Tim Burton is such a goth icon because he has a light-hearted attitude towards death. And, you know, a killer costume department. Much like autism, there's no one symptom that defines goths, but a healthy appreciation for death would definitely have to be high on the diagnosis list. When you compare Beetlejuice with the very mainstream Ghost, you discover a gulf of attitude in the treatment of death. Ghost, crappy as it is, plays on the same themes as Wuthering Heights which is, "death can't stop true love. It just delays it for awhile." (- The Princess Bride) And I suppose the message is similar in Beetlejuice; it's just more fun to watch.
God, not even seven a.m. and I'm talking out of my ass like a pro. I am a teacher.

Today I woke up and all of my pants refused to button up. All of them. I have 6 months to go, folks, and am facing a really long time in A-line dresses. I'm trying to deal with it by writing a song called, "Can't do my pants up anymore." I think you know the tune.
with apologies to Duke Ellington
When I'm not watching cartoons
I take Dr. Spock down from the shelf
Besides talking to the Boy
I keep pretty much to myself.
Wearing Stacy's lovely clothes
An A-line dress everywhere
My waistline's gone out 5 inches
Can't do my pants up anymore
Thought I'd visit the club
Got as far as the door
I get nauseous most evenings
Don't Get Around Much Anymore
Darling I guess my mind's more at ease
Now that we are sure
I'm brewing up babies
Found a decent due date
Not just sea-sick and sore
Awf'lly diff'rent nurt'ring you
Don't Get Around Much Anymore.
Wearing Stacy's lovely clothes
An A-line dress everywhere
My waistline's gone out 5 inches
Can't do my pants up anymore
Thought I'd visit the club
Got as far as the door
I get nauseous most evenings
Don't Get Around Much Anymore
Darling I guess my mind's more at ease
Now that we are sure
I'm brewing up babies
Found a decent due date
Not just sea-sick and sore
Awf'lly diff'rent nurt'ring you
Don't Get Around Much Anymore.

Booty Call: Day 77 - Length: 7 cm crown to rump (9 cm from head to toe). Weight: about 30 gm or 1 oz.


	may 23, 2003. "Unchained Melody" really sucks." "What brought that on?" "Do I need a reason?" "No." I was actually thinking about The Gothest Movie Ever (a.k.a. Beetlejuice) and how Tim Burton is such a goth icon because he has a light-hearted attitude towards death. And, you know, a killer costume department. Much like autism, there's no one symptom that defines goths, but a healthy appreciation for death would definitely have to be high on the diagnosis list. When you compare Beetlejuice with the very mainstream Ghost, you discover a gulf of attitude in the treatment of death. Ghost, crappy as it is, plays on the same themes as Wuthering Heights which is, "death can't stop true love. It just delays it for awhile." (- The Princess Bride) And I suppose the message is similar in Beetlejuice; it's just more fun to watch. God, not even seven a.m. and I'm talking out of my ass like a pro. I am a teacher. Today I woke up and all of my pants refused to button up. All of them. I have 6 months to go, folks, and am facing a really long time in A-line dresses. I'm trying to deal with it by writing a song called, "Can't do my pants up anymore." I think you know the tune. with apologies to Duke Ellington When I'm not watching cartoons I take Dr. Spock down from the shelf Besides talking to the Boy I keep pretty much to myself. Wearing Stacy's lovely clothes An A-line dress everywhere My waistline's gone out 5 inches Can't do my pants up anymore Thought I'd visit the club Got as far as the door I get nauseous most evenings Don't Get Around Much Anymore Darling I guess my mind's more at ease Now that we are sure I'm brewing up babies Found a decent due date Not just sea-sick and sore Awf'lly diff'rent nurt'ring you Don't Get Around Much Anymore. Wearing Stacy's lovely clothes An A-line dress everywhere My waistline's gone out 5 inches Can't do my pants up anymore Thought I'd visit the club Got as far as the door I get nauseous most evenings Don't Get Around Much Anymore Darling I guess my mind's more at ease Now that we are sure I'm brewing up babies Found a decent due date Not just sea-sick and sore Awf'lly diff'rent nurt'ring you Don't Get Around Much Anymore. Booty Call: Day 77 - Length: 7 cm crown to rump (9 cm from head to toe). Weight: about 30 gm or 1 oz.