Delirium Country
"Sometimes I forget what I was going to say. Sometimes I remember things everyone else has forgotten for ever and always."
--Season of Mists by Neil Gaiman

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Tuesday, May 28, 2002
Posted 05:57 by Del C


today's the day i finally elaborate on my blood fetish i mentioned a long time ago. so. i like blood. i don't like looking at actual blood, just the idea of blood in relation to romance, like in "Yellow" by Coldplay: "you know, for you i'd bleed myself dry"; or in Fushigi Y�gi when Hotohori said he'd give all the blood in his body for Miaka. afaic any1 who can work blood into a declaration of love like that has some serious cred in the romance department. this is kind of gross of me, i know -- but there it is.

my cellphone logo now says "no rest for the wicked" -- i downloaded it off my service provider's set of promotional logos for Spider-Man, and i think it's *wicked*, even though i don't recall the phrase in the movie. my bro says it might've been the Goblin who said it {shrug}

it bugs me that i haven't said anything Ron-related in awhile, so i'm letting it be known that one of my email addies used to be i.love.ron@the-ministry-of-magic.co.uk (this was when another.com's email was still free, and Ellie still had her rons_in_my_closet@butterbeer.co.uk and ron_is_a_god@harry-potter-fan.co.uk addies which always made me smile, bless her Ron-loving heart...) and now it's iloveron@theburrow... truth be told, i love him anywhere {eyebrow waggle worthy of Groucho Marx}
when i get home i'm posting a whole bunch of interesting anagrams from his name.

the 4 right chords struck again recently and got me all teary. this time it was "Still Fighting It" by Ben Folds.
Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We�re still fighting it, we�re still fighting it


some John Mayer sezziness in bnw to prettify the ol' blog bcause it's been looking rather dull lately.
[John Mayer]


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