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Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: self control [winters ] ET: NJC:Leann Rimes lists etc. [Mod Squad ] ET: looks and what not [BRONCOBAND@aol.com] ET: bits & strings [Naomi Vaughn ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 31 Mar 1999 00:28:06 -0800 From: winters Subject: ET: self control angels alright, i wrote this because tonight i met this hot guy at the pub. he is bartending there and is a real charmer. funny, cute, open. but i've screwed up a lot in the past, i already dating a guy at that pub before who ended up being the first asshole in my life. i don't need to add anymore to the long list. he parties a lot, he has these amazing lips which you just want to kiss. and an interest in me. i've been lonely lately, the guy who truly loves me lives in england and it gets difficult (we are allowed to date other people, but we just dont), well there is this bit of me which is so tempted to revert to months back. i want the latenights again, i want the parties, the carefree feeling of being in someones arms. but at the same time; i know what's best for myself. i've learned. it's like a coffee adict, you stop drinking coffee and you do fine with it. you are drinking tea now. but then you see this new flavor, and WHAM you need the caffine. you know you shouldn't, but that doesn't change the need. here's the poem. kat SELF CONTROL i'm sitting there.....in the pub beer is everywhere, smoke in the air she laughs with me we have gone through everything together he is across, my first kiss, old friend from up north we are joking over pie life is great he says casually but deep down we all know that's a lie he walks over with a pack of cigerettes and a beer "may i sit down?" "sure" he's the new bartender from cali he wants to know my name we move on from subjects of stateborders and the weather to his new bong here's my number he slips to me i want to call....i would have called if it were a year ago, before my other mistakes he wants me to show him around town i want to. i cant. i learned too much the past few months to let it all fall to pieces the sly guy with a handsome smile isn't where it's at. in the back of my mind I can see another face calling me his superhero in the back of my mind i remember his embrace and how hard it's been to leave ground zero there's more to life then just a pretty face there's more to life then just a pretty face there's more to life then just a pretty face ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 31 Mar 1999 02:10:48 -0600 From: Mod Squad Subject: ET: NJC:Leann Rimes lists etc. Hey beautiful Angels, I'm inquiring today because i'm creating another site with a company for Leann Rimes. I'm looking for someone who has a little or a lot of knowledge on the subject. Any help would be appreciated! I also created a mailing list for the fans of her which you can subscribe at leann_rimes-subscribeonelist.com Gracias! "Scott S." -Big Sexy Angel "LOVE HURTS! BUT IT'S WORTH IT!" P.E.A.C.C.EŠ President/Founder and Proud EDA! http://www.webpost.net/ro/rocksolid ICQ#9685289 ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 31 Mar 1999 16:54:30 EST From: BRONCOBAND@aol.com Subject: ET: looks and what not I told this to someone who was bothering me online today; he wanted someone to "talk" to if you know what I mean. He told me I was pretty and that he wanted me, then asked what I looked like...anyway I said fine, whatever, and gave him the spill. So then he said "why don't you think you're pretty?"----I read over my response and liked how it captured how I feel about myself, so here it is---> ******** i'm not one of those Brookwood hotties you see walkin down the halls, i'm more of the not ever noticed, my friends tell me I'm pretty (but no one else), and my butt looks bad in tight pants kind of girls who are borerline skinny/chunky and wake up in time enough to leave my hair straight and my face white...not too many like that type, ya know. Laura ------------------------------ Date: 31 Mar 99 16:22:51 CST From: Naomi Vaughn Subject: ET: bits & strings here's some not-completly-recent poems. hope everyone's well, love y'all ever as always, Naomi the unknown dancin prancin "okie" angel (heh ;) - -- dizzied up I spin on my callus lack of understanding like a round little top and I stop, dizzied, sprawled out on the pavement ants parade up my skin determined and strong I rise from the ground, and spin again, around and around, fast as my legs allow, dizzying the busy little ants till we all fall to the grass, and stare at the clouds instead. 2:41am/30jan99 - -- morning dew meets the entangled lovers rocking slowly in a porch swing nothing else exisiting but eachother 3:50am/30jan99 - -- Cinderella has a story Sleeping Beauty's got one too they've got romantic fairy-tales but honey, I got you. 12:23am/23feb99 - -- denial Blindness intentional-- stumbling down familiar-turned-foreign steps with little grace and less composure turn your face when he rolls those lovely eyes take no notice when indifference becomes apparent just hold onto the pleasure you feel when he speaks to you intently and, smiling into your reflection, rest assure, "everything's great." you cry...without any known reason your soul's screaming out, but you won't listen; - - open your eyes...before you walk right off that ledge - 1:23am/2mar99 - -- my self I love writing in the dark my concious self goes to sleep and my free soul takes hold of my pen I'm most honest at night, most open I speak and write w/ passion that my day self, can only frown on Rainy days are like wild cards Sometimes making a 24hour night for me Sometimes drawing up a case of the blues But more often then not, it revives me Someting about the freshness of the rain The new earth & life it brings, Makes me feel blessed 12:09am/15mar99 - -- you were my solitare world I made you my reason to breath in and out I threw my soul into you I came shortly after, but i'd lost myself I was reborn in your shadows time passed, i found myself on my own you, now a permanent part of me and me, becoming a part of me too I lost myself in you, I found myself in you, I made myself, in you 1:20am/15mar99 - -- funny how a single touch can bring such sweetness and such cold the same smile that made your heart stop suddenly scares you to death the very 'hello' you'd hoped for now is dreaded and that which you found small & silly suddenly seems appealing 19mar99 ____________________________________________________________________ Get your own FREE, personal Netscape WebMail account today at http://webmail.netscape.com. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #90 *********************************