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time: 7:50 p m
date: dec.22.02
listening: Elvis Costello and the Cheiftains-St. Stephen's Day Murders
reading: John Updike Rabbit, Run
needing: Still needing that new job.
talking: to no one right now.
thinking: when will I ever get around to making that Costello Compilations

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I keep stealing things from Java's diary... I'm so bad. Just to let you all know I've been doing some updating today...OcelotLand is updated. I've also updated the Fanfiction Blog with the story Brilliant Mistake at Linds' insistance.

You'll be happy also to know that I'll be posting some of the Man Out of Time story here later this evening. I just started working on that one again.

Again I'm always interesting in knowing which stories you like the best.

Oh and in keeping with the holiday season...I want to post the lyrics to my favorite..at the moment..holiday song..by Mr. Elvis Costello

St Stephen's Day Murders
(Paddy Moloney/Elvis Costello)
I knew of two sisters whose name it was Christmas
And one was named Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve
I wonder if they grew up hating the season
Of the good will that lasts till the Feast of St. Stephen

For that is the time to eat, drink and be merry
'Til the beer is all spilled and the whiskey is flowed
And the whole family tree you neglected to bury
Are feeding their faces until they explode

Chorus:
There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
Mixed up with that drink made from girders
And it's all we've got left as you draw your last breath
And it's nice for the kids as you've finally got rid of them
In the St Stephen's Day Murders

Uncle is garglin' a heart-breaking air
While the babe in his arms pulls out all that remains of his hair
And we're not drunk enough yet to dare criticize
The great big kipper tie he's about to baptize

His gin-flavoured whispers and kisses of sherry
His best crimble shirt flung out over the shop
While the lights from the Christmas tree blow up the telly
His face closes in like an old cold pork chop

Alternate Chorus:
And the carcass of the beast left over from the feast
May still be found haunting the kitchen
And there's life in it yet we may live to regret
When the ones that we poisoned stop twitchin'

Ah yes..this day's blog is very random!!

Tune in next time..when Sybil...posts more of her Man Out of Time story....