i've been kind of tired
no more expectations, here, folks. i keep having bad dreams. each day i feel a little smaller. i laughed out loud at a febreeze commercial. i can't handle commercials, anymore. today i parked in a parking garage - something i've had anxiety over for a long time. thats one down! a customer gave me his crossword puzzles out of his works newspaper and laughed because he thinks i never give him a straight answer. is that how i am? no straight answers? quite possibly. ryan beck made me a special mixed cd. made my day. my mechanic is a middle-aged hottie with a nice voice. i find that when i'm myself i am happier in my conversations. i've lost all social contact with people. joshua is still in jail - might go to prison. the discovery channel has me down in the dumps. the end of days is near, you think? "i'm feeling like i should be putting in so much more than what i put in" i'll try harder
ps- who sings this song?
spoonful of sugar in montreal city, when the leaves are dying and look so pretty, at home the ships are on the rocks and sinking, and as hard as we try we just can't stop thinking, dirt in my fist roots on my sleeves, this year the trees fell before the leaves, people like me like people like you, 'cause people like you are far too few, the night delight's got nothing on you, nothing's everlasting you're always just passing through, earful of music just when I need it, your soul won't sing unless you're bleeding, looking for answers through the night hour window, million miles an hour through the wind and snow, spoonful of sugar in montreal city, when the leaves are dying and look so pretty, nothing can cure the homesick disease, this fall the trees fell before the leaves.
ps- who sings this song?
spoonful of sugar in montreal city, when the leaves are dying and look so pretty, at home the ships are on the rocks and sinking, and as hard as we try we just can't stop thinking, dirt in my fist roots on my sleeves, this year the trees fell before the leaves, people like me like people like you, 'cause people like you are far too few, the night delight's got nothing on you, nothing's everlasting you're always just passing through, earful of music just when I need it, your soul won't sing unless you're bleeding, looking for answers through the night hour window, million miles an hour through the wind and snow, spoonful of sugar in montreal city, when the leaves are dying and look so pretty, nothing can cure the homesick disease, this fall the trees fell before the leaves.