jihad. jihad.

bogga booga.

why don't we outsource some more of our jobs to the enemy.

can you say this, "duh, big red truck?"

I thought so.

Jihad. jihad.

buddah, buddah,

booga booga

ali baba

ali baba

no i won't take you granted. these broken arms won't hold you. no i won't take you for granted. echoing on it all. i'm hiding on the water. my innocence got washed away.

if you could only hear or read the full lyrics, because i'm missing so many when trying to type.

www.bethhart.com

first song on the dvd, live at the parasidia.

hold on. your soul will rise again. hold on. your soul will rise again. i know that it will. your soul will rise again. you know that someone will give a damn. you say you got a feeling. alright.

you gotta hear. you just gotta hear it.

she goes from bluesy, all but gospel, to fun with delicious surprise.

it's a delicious delicious surpise. baby.

i've been thinking about san diego a lot lately. and sombrero's mexican restaurant. and roberto's. and el pollo loco. and el senor's and sunshine. and sunny days. and warm, wonderful weather. and the casino/outlet mall with concerts in the center court. can't think of the name. oops, just thought of it. viejas. and i still have some shirts and jeans that i bought there., but i've gained too much weight to wear those jeans.

i prayed earlier today. it was the first time in a long time.

i love this top, but my right boob just wants to keep saying hello.

where you going girl. what you think you're trying to do. who loving girl? what in the hell's gotten into ou?

you were the talker. i was the clown.

so i got a christmas card and one of my friends thought it was from one of my nephews because of the writing on it. but it was really from my cousin in his early 30's.

so i laughed and laughed outloud and to myself.

where's the sun?

it's been cloudy here.

cloudy sucks.

i was looking at apartments in las vegas and scottsdale online last night and saw all of the blue sky, sunny backgrounds and wondered what in the fuck was i thinking?

cold and cloudy v. warm and sunny. duh big red truck.

i think i'm becoming a minority.

you try to get a job the way i look.

i had to backspace to put the "y" in "way" because i first typed ''wa".

so i'm actually pretty much mispelling everything right now. i'm saving as a draft and will come back shortly or i'll post it when i want to.

i'm just typing because i have fingers.

now that's funny in some way shape or form.

and shit comes to me. there's nothing i can do. hit me so hard. yet i am free. hold the anger. won't let you fly. i'll remember. i'll remember. mama i'll get by. i'll get by.

damn, beth hart rules.

i'm confused by my own illusion. even my own solutions. won't here my mama cry. i'll remember. i'll remember. i'll get by. i'll get by.

and now for a pee break.

jihad. jihad.

booga. booga.

do you have a dot on your forehead?

or are you an aramapu indian?

can anyone tell me wat television show "aramapu indian" is from?

the winner gets absolutely nothing but the satisfaction of knowing he/she knew.

imagine if you see the view of my world without you? it don't matter what i do in a world without you.

more beth hart,

but who actually knows when she ends and i begin. i'm sure some of you do.

i should either put my socks back on or turn up the heat.

so i turned up the heat.

hello melissa.

and i think i still need my socks.

my feet still feel cold, even with the heat turned up.

taquito too hot to eat. laying on my lap. thank you levi strauss for jeans than keep a hot taquito from burning.

i don't like my new schedule. i prefer the old schedule.

taquito still hot.

dammit taquito. be cooler.

president bush was like, sure we spied on americans?

i ain't that bad. i just play rough. i ain't that sad. but i'm sad enough. i wanna love. i wanna live. i don't know what to do. can the damage be undone? I swore to god that i'd never be what i've become. i leave the light on. i still leave the light on.

sorry. i know some of this is a repeat from other blogs.

so in order to stop duplicating...

...later

jihad. jihad.

i'm back.

and now i'm leaving again.

jihad. jihad.

later

jihad. jihad.

not so much this one:

http://movies.msn.com/movies/gallery.aspx?photo=614784&gallery=10492#photos

more this one:

http://movies.msn.com/movies/gallery.aspx?photo=614788&gallery=10492#photos

and now i'm going to bed. at least for now.

jihad. jihad.

who?

http://news.yahoo.com/s/eo/20051221/en_celeb_eo/18016

cares.

it took me three times to spell cares. first it was ceres. then it was scares, then honestly i laughed. then i spelled cares.

exactly.

good night.