it seemed like a good idea at the time
It hurts a little to remember my $650 bass is just sitting there, rotting away. But on a brighter note, I've thought for the past 7 years that a pack of bass strings cost $30 but it's actaully thirty-bucks for a twin-pack. Yet that gives me little motivation to buy some. Remind me to sell my bass and amp before start I auctioning off organs should I need money for rent.
Chock-full of truth. Dead on lyrics. Been feelin' kind of lost. I need more joy in the Lord. And to stop bein' emo.
Take My hand and walk where I lead
Keep your eyes on Me alone
Don't you say why were the old days better
Just because you're scared of the unknown
Take My hand and walk
Don't live in the past
Cause yesterday's gone
Wishing memories would last
You're afraid to carry on
You don't know what's comin'
But you know the One who holds tomorrow
I will be your guide
Take you through the night
If you keep your eyes on Me ~ The Kry
It's not a smart move to lie to me cause I will most likely find out.
I hate spending money when I'm not making any.
I have never felt so un-grown up. It seems like the older I get, the more I feel that way.
Me and terrain (basically, anything that's not flat) don't seem to get along. Even the slightest incline seems to wreck havoc on my lungs and I feel like I'm running with lead feet. I prefer to run on flat land. Actually, I don't care if I get judged for liking the ole treadmill. Call me a hamster, I like the gym! And miss it very much. It's a big poo I didn't sign up for PE 50 (aka the gym) at City, could've used it, would've loved it. It's true there's something nice about the open air, but there's also something in the air that seems to make it more difficult for me to breathe. And I usually space out when I work out and I enjoy it. I listen to my music and let my thoughts wander. But when I run outside, I have to make sure I don't break my ankles on the uneven pavement and curbs, and make sure I don't get kidnapped by strangers. It's dangerous out there. I don't mind walking up and down hills, but it doesn't work me quite like a run. Plus, going down hills is not so kind to my knees -- I'm gettin' old ya know. I try to walk up Funston when I can. It's one of those, I hate this, but it's good for me so I'll suck it up and do it. But man, my lungs are ready to leap outta my throat by the time I get up to Funston & Lawton. I want to throw on a hoodie and run at night. haha. Just like Tom Cruise in the Minority Report, which I watched tonight. Yep.
Give me your autograph,
Sign it right here, on my heart ~ Usher
Chock-full of truth. Dead on lyrics. Been feelin' kind of lost. I need more joy in the Lord. And to stop bein' emo.
Take My hand and walk where I lead
Keep your eyes on Me alone
Don't you say why were the old days better
Just because you're scared of the unknown
Take My hand and walk
Don't live in the past
Cause yesterday's gone
Wishing memories would last
You're afraid to carry on
You don't know what's comin'
But you know the One who holds tomorrow
I will be your guide
Take you through the night
If you keep your eyes on Me ~ The Kry
It's not a smart move to lie to me cause I will most likely find out.
I hate spending money when I'm not making any.
I have never felt so un-grown up. It seems like the older I get, the more I feel that way.
Me and terrain (basically, anything that's not flat) don't seem to get along. Even the slightest incline seems to wreck havoc on my lungs and I feel like I'm running with lead feet. I prefer to run on flat land. Actually, I don't care if I get judged for liking the ole treadmill. Call me a hamster, I like the gym! And miss it very much. It's a big poo I didn't sign up for PE 50 (aka the gym) at City, could've used it, would've loved it. It's true there's something nice about the open air, but there's also something in the air that seems to make it more difficult for me to breathe. And I usually space out when I work out and I enjoy it. I listen to my music and let my thoughts wander. But when I run outside, I have to make sure I don't break my ankles on the uneven pavement and curbs, and make sure I don't get kidnapped by strangers. It's dangerous out there. I don't mind walking up and down hills, but it doesn't work me quite like a run. Plus, going down hills is not so kind to my knees -- I'm gettin' old ya know. I try to walk up Funston when I can. It's one of those, I hate this, but it's good for me so I'll suck it up and do it. But man, my lungs are ready to leap outta my throat by the time I get up to Funston & Lawton. I want to throw on a hoodie and run at night. haha. Just like Tom Cruise in the Minority Report, which I watched tonight. Yep.
Give me your autograph,
Sign it right here, on my heart ~ Usher