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Said The Spider To The Fly...
bitched @ 12:03 p.m. on 12-03-03 Sometimes when I sit here and write up an update for my diary I wonder why. Why write at all? The last few days have been a scary realization. I�m annoying. I�m a hypocrite and that is the number one thing I cannot stand. I sit there and complain about how I hate people who run red lights but then I can remember a couple times I have don�t the same thing, I talk about how things annoy me than I�ll think REEEAAALLLY hard and realize that I have done one of those things before, or maybe even still do them. Makes me want to slap my momma. I�m mad because I�m scared that I�m losing my friendship with Jessica, she�s my best friend in the whole world ya know? It�s like, damn. It sucks when you realize that you�re not the only person in world who feels the way you do. Cuz it�s sad, you feel sad, so when you find out that someone feels like you do, it�s only normal to get even sadder. I�ve been told that when I start to get close to opening up I shut down. Well I can�t help it of I have writing ADD! Here I am again shutting down, but kissmyasssowha! I�m tired, I;m hungry and it�s lunch time. I shall return. I leave you with my favorite poem of all time. The Spider & The Fly This poem was written by Mary Howitt "Will you walk into my parlor?" said the spider to the fly; "'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you may spy. The way into my parlor is up a winding stair, And I have many curious things to show when you are there." "Oh no, no," said the little fly; "to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again." "I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high. Well you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly. "There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin, And if you like to rest a while, I'll snugly tuck you in!" "Oh no, no," said the little fly, "for I've often heard it said, They never, never wake again who sleep upon your bed!" Said the cunning spider to the fly: "Dear friend, what can I do To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you? I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice; I'm sure you're very welcome - will you please to take a slice? "Oh no, no," said the little fly; "kind sir, that cannot be: I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!" "Sweet creature!" said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise; How handsome are your gauzy wings; how brilliant are your eyes! I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf; If you'd step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself." "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say, And, bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day." The spider turned him round about, and went into his den, For well he knew the silly fly would soon come back again: So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly, And set his table ready to dine upon the fly; Then came out to his door again and merrily did sing: "Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with pearl and silver wing; Your robes are green and purple; there's a crest upon your head; Your eyes are like diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!" Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer grew, Thinking only of her brilliant eyes and green and purple hue, Thinking only of her crested head. Poor, foolish thing! at last Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast; He dragged her up his winding stair, into the dismal den - Within his little parlor - but she ne'er came out again! And now, dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly flattering words I pray you ne'er give heed; Unto an evil counselor close heart and ear and eye, And take a lesson from this tale of the spider and the fly. You Know You Love Me, ~JBehrsGurl << | >> MOVED - 09-08-04 test - 08-18-04 Hola El Stupido - 06-09-04 Hola El Stupido - 06-09-04 Whoa Momma! - 05-24-04 Even OLDER... |