Broken glass sends shivers down my bottle

So anyone who's ever been to Bennigan's probably knows the birthday song by heart.
After all, they sing it like eight times a night.

I think B's should be more responsive to those special life moments that college students face. To that extent, I am in the process of writing new songs for them to sing. To make it easier on the waitstaff, I have retained the meter of the birthday song. Here is the first song

Uh oh, where's the flow (to the rhythm of the Bennigan's birthday song)

You think you may be pregnant
Your Great Aunt Flo is late
You wouldn't have this problem
If you chose to masturbate

While you're at the doctor
Have an extra test or two
Who knows, he may have given
An STD to you

Slainte

Now it is your turn! Make a new Bennigan's song. If you need a topic, try one of these

Coming out to your parents
Failing your midterms
First MIP
Academic Probation
Got caught cheating on your BF/GF
Hate your roommates
STD
Joining a Cult/Fraternity/Sorority

Who knows, I may take the songs and make a book to give to Bennigan's.

Probably not

love, stewart

So, The Lisa Loeb street team website gives members access to THE WHOLE ALBUM.

I'm in heaven. Her sound is familiar, but smoother. I think I am going to enjoy this album lots.

So far, I haven't come across any of the pick-you-up-by-the-scruff-and-shake-you lyrics/poetry that are present in Tails and Firecracker, but I'm sure, with time, these lyrics will strike me too.

I'm also sure that the fact that I'm exhausted has nothing to do with the fact that the lyrics aren't really jumping out at me.

Well, as soon as I finish listening to the album, I'm off to bed.

goodnight

I'm dying my hair for the third time this week (I will get it right, dammit), and the fumes are causing me to have weird thoughts.

Take this one . . .

I was thinking about the ST: Voyager episode Imperfection (Seventh season), the scene where Seven is talking to Torres about her imminent death. Seven comments that, as a Borg drone, she had no fear of death as her thoughts would always be a part of the collective.

And that made me think about us, the LiveJournal community. Is that what we find here and with each other, a consciousness outside ourselves, a feeling of immortality to hold against the thought of our own deaths?

Or maybe it's just fun to share our lives with other people.

Time to rinse

It's red again. It's great. It isn't that funky almost color it has been for the last five days.

I am at peace