Valerie

Ok, first, I am the WORST speller. Ever.
I like to have a plan. I can be a bit impulsive, though.
They say imitation is the highest form of flattery, I say originality is priceless.
The Truth About Compatibility .
I adore you Christopher.
Lost Love: Guess Whose Back? After reading this I did exactly what it said not to do. Yeah.
I'm disillusioned.
I am in flux.
I dance with Blue Moves Modern Dance Company .
I'm a bit consumed with the 80's and have been since, well, the 80's.
I cry at the end of about 70% of Scrubs episodes. Afterall, I'm no superman.
I have a phobia of jaywalking. It's true. I'm obsessed with death and dying.
I believe sexuality is progressive, or rather, evolutionary. Labels suck.
It's possible I'm an existentialist.
I am a conspiracy theorist.
Let's take a minute to talk about private profiles. Private profiles are a pet peeve of mine. The whole idea of this thing was to make friends with your friends' friends, but if I can't see your profile I can't sincerely ask you to be my friend, and I guess that takes us right back to the very beginning, back to real life. I'll have to ask you to be my friend in real life. I'll pass you a note then, how bout that? Check yes or no. The purpose of myspace has been appropriately defeated. Bunch of freakin hipsters. YEAH, I SAID IT.
Now, I know some of you have stalkers, you are an exception.
TV on the RADIO - Blind
I seen a girl
With a guy
Her hair like yours
From what I remember
He took her hand
And smiled her name
Her face like yours
She smiled the same
From what I remember
Been so long since last December
She walked your walk
She talked like you
She shimmered strong
She shined right through
From what I remember
I said I seen a girl
With a guy
So who I've seen
So who am I
Now I can't remember
Been so long since last December
So I'm sending
An open letter
To the perfect girlfriend
I'm still mighty tiny
Hoping that you'd be my little godsend
Because right now
I'll take any and blindly
Before we find another noose to fit us
Before we choose another hand to hit us
Let us ask each other
What's the difference
Cause if you save yourself
I'll save you all the time
Open letter to the leigons leering
Ah, we entertained you
Why don't you cast your gaze into the moonlit clearing
Cause my love, my love is a suckerbet
Before we find another noose to fit us
Before we choose another hand to hit us
Let us ask each other
What's the problem
Why don't you save yourself
I'll save you all the time
Cause if you save yourself
I'll save you all the time
I was struck blind
Save yourself, I'll save you all the time
TV on the RADIO - I Was A Lover
I was a lover before this war
Held up in a luxury suite
Behind a well barricaded door
Now that I’ve cleaned up
Gone legit
I can see clearly
Round hole, round whole
Square peg door
Figures
I’m locked in my bedroom
So send back the clowns
My clone wears a brown shirt
And I seduce him when there’s no one around
Mano y mano
On a bed of nails
Bring it on like a storm
Till I knock the wind out of his sails
And we don’t make eye contact
When we have run-ins in town
Just a barely polite nod
And nervous stares towards the ground
I once joined a priest class
Logic inert
Slow dance with commerce
Like a lens up a skirt
And we liked to party
And we kept it live
And we had a three volume tome
Of contemporary slang
To keep a handle on all this jive
Ennui unbridled
Let’s talk to kill the time
How many styles did you cycle through
Before you were mine
And it’s been a while since we went wild
And that’s all fine
But we’re sleepwalking through this trial
And it’s really a crime
Really a crime
It’s really a crime
It’s really criminal
We’re busy tempting
Like fates on the nod
Running on empty
Bourbon and God
It’s been a while now
Since we knew the way
And it’s been even longer
Since our plastic priest class had a goddamned thing
To say
I was a lover before this war.