Sunday, November 27, 2005

Whoa!

It's a Sunday and I choose to work. I'm prinstcanning, for crying out loud.
But it's okay. It's a sunny afternoon and I have the PC all to myself!
I must have gained a few pounds this week. I'm having trouble shifting in my seat.
And I'm having trouble taking a picture of myself, because from all angles my face is fat.
And I'm having trouble deciding whether I should get a pedicure or a facial.
Plus which coffee to buy at Starbucks so I can get that planner.
Yes, I want a planner. Dorky? I don't care.

Hmmmm I looove Sundays! I worry about trivial things because I have nothing else to do.
And it's not even worrying to me.
It's ______________! (Can't think of a word to define it, WON'T think of a word. too lazy for that). Ta ta!

1 comment:

  1. Here's Where The Story Ends
    The Sundays

    people I know places I go
    make me feel tongue tied
    I can see how people look down
    they're on the inside

    here's where the story ends

    people I see, weary of me
    showing my good side
    I can see how people look down
    I'm on the outside

    here's where the story ends
    ooh here's where the story ends

    it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
    which makes my eyes feel sore
    oh I never should have said the books that you read
    were all I loved you for
    it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
    which makes me wonder why
    & it's the memories of the shed that make me turn red
    surprise surprise surprise

    crazy I know, places I go
    make me feel so tired
    I can see how people look down
    I'm on the outside

    oh here's where the story ends
    ooh here's where the story ends

    it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
    which makes my eyes feel sore
    & who ever would've thought the books that you brought
    were all I loved you
    for
    oh the devil in me said go down to the shed
    I know where I belong
    but the only thing I ever really wanted to say
    was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

    it's that little souvenir of a colorful year
    which makes me smile inside
    so I cynically, cynically say the world is that way
    surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise

    here's where the story ends
    ooh here's where the story ends

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