Well time is always money
For the boys at Union Square
You can bust your ass till doomsday
But don’t forget to say your prayers
Someone’s got a wad on the backstreet.
My dad is going to have elective surgery to remove what they have found. The prognosis is such that this surgery will pre-empt any other problems. I am actively pushing for a full scan, as well as second opinion follow-up.
Sacco got a bran’ new slack
And your baby is handcuffed on the front seat
You just sit right there, boy and relax
My job is swallowing me whole. I feel like the fucking frog in that goddamned motivational poster that is choking the stork trying to eat it as it is being sucked down. I am jack’s amphibian Heimlich.
I’m goin’ down down down
I’m goin’ down down down
I’m goin’ down down down
I’m goin’ down down town
I am going out tonight, hell or high water. My entire week, aside from a small island, has pretty much been a pressure cooker. I need to vent some steam, otherwise things are going to end up looking a lot like that scene from Breakfast at Tiffany’s. You know the movie, those whiny fucks wrote a song about it. As an amusing aside, my mother, to this day, is terrified to use or be near a pressure cooker as a result of exposure to that movie.
Well they spill out of the Cinema 14
To that drag bar there on the block
Best live show by far in the whole east coast
With a bank rolled up in your sock
She stand right there for your pleasure
Half Puerto Rican Chinese
You got to find your baby somebody to measure
I’m goin’ to get me some of these baby.
I have been writing, or trying to. I have also played some Worlds of Warcraft. I am alternating between intense emotional release, and mindless repetitive competition to keep my sanity aloft. I have not been “cooking” but I have been cooking. My meals have been short, sweet, and simple. I made Fish and Chips last night that pretty decent. Red potatoes make good chips, FTR. I just wish my heart were in it more. Also, I have missed some IMS recently – that is not because I hate you, but rather because I left myself logged in to Trillian on my server.
I’m goin’ down down down
I’m goin’ down down down
I’m goin’ down down down
I’m goin’ down down town
I am not looking forward to Valentine’s day, at all. I’d give my eye teeth for this to be more of the oldschool pagan/military deadline it was, and less of a Hallmark-blitz that it is.
Four in the mornin’ on a Sunday
Sacco Drinkin’ whiskey in church
Half pint festival brandy
That boy ’bout to fall right off his perch
The guy in the sweaters off duty
Out in front of the welfare hotel
The guy in the dress is a beauty
Go all the way and I swear you never can tell
Guess who got the keys to the car at work? Finally. This post is made from Semagic. Lets hear it for USB key drives.