where is the sun

cause i kinda just bought a beach cruiser
and i'd like to ride it one of these 'it never rains in southern california'
'always 75 degrees and sunny' days



sooo.. ... ..

don't usually make anouncements regarding my profile.. .. but there's a first for everything.

i changed my profile picture.
i know, big news.

just reverted to a fabulous sunbathing day last summer. ahhh.. .. last summer.. ... ... life was so much simplier then. the year was 2005. summer. before death. before war. before blonde. pink. silver and blue. and purple. you know, when life was completely in order and going exactly how you wanted it to go. when sheep could be counted on to sleep. aww yes, everyday back then was an arnold palmer chased with some johhny in a rocks glass without the rocks. naked. innocence. perfection. back when we were all virgins. back when none of us could recognize the face of pain, cause we had no idea what it was. maybe just a glimmer from that classic song "joy! and pain. sunshine! and rain."

who knew 2006 would come up so quickly and sideswipe a motherfucker? bitch!

"... back in the days when i was young i'm not a kid anymore, but somedays i sit and wish i was a kid again..."



so it goes, life beckoning change. so here's my bold attempt to wish upon us world peace, happiness ever after, rainbows-- not just for our homosexuals! c'mon everyone can use a little more color!-- fierceness, and catepillars and BUTAH FLY me high.. .. let's get lifted so spiritualized-like that we actually force that star to burn hotter for us. [yes, my bold attempt, if you missed it, was the changing of my myspace profile picture and my song]

throw on a bikini with a wifebeater on top, daisy dukes on the bottom.
boys! give me a beat! get your shelltoes laced up.
ladies>> let's ride bikes with our red heels on.
"cuz i wish i was a little bit taller
wish i was a baller"

let's makeout till you make me
"weak in the knees i can hardly speak, i lose all control and something takes over me"

let's sneak out our windows as quietly as possible and roam past curfew holding hands and such with that oh! i like him sooooo much! guy. or go rapping to that i've- never- felt- this- way- ever- holy- shit- it's- all- fucking- brand- new- to- me girl. impress me with your fresh rhymes. turn it up.

everything.