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What do you collect?

1.i'm a big sucker for all things sanrio. primarily hello kitty and chococat. i buy notebooks, bags, wallets, shirts, jewelry and more. it's a problem. i am a grown woman after all. but i enjoy it still.
2.i collect tori amos stuff but not as obsessively as i have in the past. some of my prized collection of tori includes never released photos, they are the 3×5 prints from a photo shoot in studio with michael stipe, a signed little earthquakes promo cassette and a personal message from tori when i met her that she signed on my scarlett's walk map.
3.i love marc jacobs and betsey johnson, i think of my clothes as collections.
4.my fantasy is to have a room with all of my art supplies and crafty crap in it. i get giddy around fabrics and ribbons and other trims. i'd be lost for hours creating and organizing.
5.tom robbins
6*.thomas the tank engine is very big in our house and is beginning to rival all of my collections and my husband's put together.

*technically my son's collection, but we all enjoy it.

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What song or lyrics are stuck in your head at the moment?  What album is it from?
Submitted by Lox Ly

daisy dead petals by tori amos, it's a b-side. the reason is yesterday's post. each time i write a post on vox the title of it is a tori amos lyric or a song title. yes, because i'm a big freaky fan. also today i've had a song from the tv show blues clues going through my head because i sing it to my two year old. at the moment i've got the beatles something in the way she moves playing in my brain because i heard it on a soap opera this afternoon. so there you have it. music everywhere.

daisy dead petals
that is her name
she's in a phone booth phase, so
underneath the shade of a peppermint tray
she can turn it out with a heel on
she just rides into town
knowing what they'll say
knowing they're around the corner
got a crack in
got a crack in some strange places

daisy dead petals
that is her name
so maybe she tastes like a hamburger maid, well
these dead petals, honey,brought me here
she said these dead petals honey brought me here

dancing on a dime
hearing mother cry
maybe she's around the corner

got a crack in
got a crack in some strange places
on my back with
on my back with some dirty dishes

falling down falling down
all over the river
falling down falling down
falling down

wish what i'm feeling
could go on like this forever
falling down falling down
falling down

and since we're down
might as well stay
might as well fry some eggs
and wave to the shade of the peppermint tray
she's a new friend not a skeleton
to ride into town
 knowing what they'll say
knowing she tastes like a hamburger maid, but
these dead petals honey brought me here
she said these dead petals honey brought me here

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